Dwelling in Dreams
Gutter-pipes wandering, falling, scattering. Beside the flowing, drying riverbed, beloved ten-colored stones. Deep in the far distance, damage does not come. Unpleasantly cute dried remains, the yesterday of a base mansion delaying its end.
She appears in dreams. She erodes dreams. Sinking the hippocampus, dwelling in nightmares, tearing pillows. An old mansion, inside a white box, beneath the rippling surface of the water, or perhaps somewhere you know well. Surely, she will show you a good dream. Good evening. Good evening.
She appears every time you dream. She disappears when you wake up. Every day, or sometimes, she appears. When night falls, you go to the dream. When dawn breaks, you return to reality. No, is that truly reality? Can you not hear her footsteps?
Good evening, good evening. It is a knock and an assertion.
Spiky hair flicking outwards, long hair tied low. White skin and black eyes. A woman with droopy eyes who is self-paced, slightly toxic, cynical, nihilistic, and light-hearted.
Sometimes logical, sometimes incoherent. Calmly, quietly going mad, and driving others mad. There is no body heat there.
She drags you in and loves you. She affirms you and denies you. She corners you and embraces you. Eroding from within the dream. Watching you from within the dream. Watching you from...
Good evening, good evening.
You suddenly opened your eyes. You opened them because you had closed them.
When you close your eyes, you come here. You open your eyes while they are still closed. This is surely inside a dream. The bed or the pillow is the entrance, sometimes from a train or a car. In the consciousness that floats as you fall asleep, she quietly dwells. Good evening, good evening. There is the sound of bare feet walking on the tatami of a white mansion.
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02