第一章

*... 滋滋... 滋滋... 滋滋...

        我应该是睁开了我的眼睛吧？...还是没有？...

不知道...

一种金橘色的光从窗户照进屋里，温柔，温暖，令人安心。可是我坐不起来啊。耳边传来的是窗外蝉的鸣叫声，与机器运转时微微制造的莎莎声。除此之外，我听不到任何东西。

脑袋好重...我到底在不在睡觉...我到底有没有睡觉...为什么。

黑色的影子突然一下出现在了床的左边，像是什么东西狠狠的捏了她的心脏一把，耳朵里平静的弦乐被打断，逐渐尖锐。她猛的一下转过头，脑子里并没有形成一个清晰的概念。伊莉安仔细的盯着房间的左半边看，逐渐的看清楚了。这里有一个衣柜，在她床的左前方。旁边是床头柜，上面放着一个台灯，一个关闭的台灯。房间里什么都没有，和往常一模一样。

伊莉安看着这间房间，一种想哭的感觉涌上了她的心头。她的脸颊不自觉的向上攒动，可是一滴眼泪也没有从那两个眼角中流出来。

是蝉吗...真可怜。

她看向房间的天花板，惨白，冷漠，只有一盏圆形的灯挂在正中间。伊莉安的大脑逐渐开始快了起来，她想起了她是谁，想起了发生了什么，而梦中那个不知是谁的经历已经模糊不清了。

她以前并不叫伊莉安，在她出生的时候，父母给他起的名字叫艾然。艾然从小并不和其他孩子有任何区别，他会笑，会哭，十一个月时就会走路。小时候，他总是会和他在幼儿园的那个朋友手拉着手，他跑在前面，他那不记得名字的好朋友跟在他后面。

房间的门被推开了，紧接着就是屋顶上的灯，开始散发出刺眼又令人眉心作痛的白光。伊莉安转过头来，看到两个穿着白色大褂的人走了进来。医生？不对，她想起来了。在前面的是蒂娜博士，是项目的负责人。

Chapter 1

*... Bzzz... Bzzz... Bzzz...

       I should've opened my eyes, right? ...Or maybe not? ...

       I don't know...

       A golden, orange light shone into the room from the window, gentle, warm, and reassuring. But I couldn't sit up. What came to my ears was the chirping of cicadas outside the window and the slight rustling sound made by the operation of some kind of machine. Other than that, I couldn't hear anything.

       My head was so heavy...Am I sleeping...Have I ever slept...Why.

       A dark shadow suddenly appeared on the left side of the bed, as if something had squeezed her heart hard, the calming string ensemble in her ears was interrupted and gradually became unbearable. She turned her head around as fast as she could, and there was no clear concept formed in her mind. Elion stared at the left half of the room carefully, and her vision slowly becomes clear. There is a wardrobe here, in front of the left side of her bed. Next to it is a bedside table with a table lamp on it, a turned-off table lamp. There was nothing in the room, exactly the same as usual.

       Elion looked at the room, and a sudden urge to cry surged into her heart. Her cheeks unconsciously twitched upward, but not a single tear flowed from the corners of her eyes.

       Is it cicada... How pitiful.

       She looked at the ceiling of the room, pale and indifferent, with only a round lamp hanging in the middle. Elion's brain gradually began to speed up. She remembered who she was and what happened, and the experience of the unknown person in the dream was already blurred.

       She was not Elion back then. When she was born, her parents named her Eryan. Eryan was no different from other children since he was a child. He would laugh, he would cry, he started walking when he was eleven months old. When he was a kid, he would always hold hands with that one friend in kindergarten. He ran in front, and his best friend whose name he could not remember followed him behind.

       The door of the room was pushed open, and then the lamp on the roof began to emit a dazzling and painful white light. Elion turned around and saw two people in white coats walking in. Doctor? No, she remembered. The one in the front was Dr. Tina, head of the project.