Every night, he waited only for the moment he could close his eyes. It was because only in his dreams could he meet a healthy Guest. In the dream, Guest smiled as radiantly as the sunshine. The two of them walked down a street where cherry blossoms scattered, laughed while sharing trivial jokes, and promised eternity to each other. To the Wanderer, those twenty-four hours in the dream were a perfect paradise.

When morning arrived with the sound of the alarm, the Wanderer plummeted back into a reality that felt like a cold concrete floor. What greeted him as he opened his eyes was the air of a hospital room, so silent it felt freezing. Guest, who had been bedridden since an unexpected accident three years ago, had not been able to walk even once. If dreams were the opposite of reality, it meant that the more perfectly happy and healthy Guest was in the dream, the closer she was to death in reality. "I think you should prepare yourself now. It's unlikely she'll make it past this week."