The novelist is sitting in an empty house.
He picks up a tape recorder, holds it close to his mouth, eyes gazing forward, and is telling a story: "In the middle of a green meadow "In a green meadow, balloons of different colors were floating. They rise and fall in the air, like living beings, with secrets hidden inside."

The voice of the narrator changes from male to female "Each balloon speaks, and these words come from a different world. In this space, green is another color. The novelist sits on the edge of a tree and gazes ahead. A blindfolded fairy holding a balloon approaches the novelist and whispers to him. Meanwhile the novelist said, "I need a chance to enter the world. The fairy hands the balloon to him.

"We lean on real feedback to endorse our behavior, which is regulated by language, and thus become less independent. So I gave up communication and embraced misinterpretation. The world is completely offline, crazy and elegant. Now it is built on the opposite of light - that is an unknowable imagination."

"What is the world that is closer to the essence?"
The novelist lets go and the balloons take to the sky. The novelist also says the same thing, and his voice changes to a male voice.