Continuation of the Dream in Another World

Assam came here with something when he was able to cast his magic.

"It's not easy, but it's passed. Zhu Zhu, take this."

Asam was given a thin, tiny machine that looked like a smartphone.

"Close your eyes and let your magic flow through it, and think of your home family."

I glanced at what was said. Oh, no way... can I see you? To the family I thought I'd never see again?

"I can't believe this...."

Assam smiles gently. But it turned into a blurry expression.

"This is a [dictation machine]. It saves my experiences as still images and videos. I'll do it for you. Can you show me your family?

"Nh!!

I couldn't bear to hug her. And he strokes his back, as Assam forgives. When you think of what you want to photograph using magic, the memories that come to mind are photographed and projected by magic.

Still images can be 3D like photographs or projections in a way that comes to mind. If you think of movement again, it becomes a video.

"Ah sam... ah, rigata. Me...."

Because I gave up. Something I couldn't tell Assam. I feel like dragging home a little backwards.

"Oh, I know. I'm sorry I'm late. Precautionary cameras can't be handled without magic. If you had magic in you, I wanted you to use it first. I brought him here at my own discretion. You didn't bring anything from home, did you? I always thought I had to apologize."

"I wanted to come here, too. Because of Assam, no. Thank you, Assam. Thank you."

After crying a lot and laughing a lot, Zhu Zhao used a dictation machine. I thought of myself before I got sick, and my father and mother, who were close. The pictures on the screen are very colorful and nostalgic.

When the divorce was decided, it was said that the assets would change and the subsidy would be reduced. Zhu Zhu's body cost a great deal to live. I had many discussions with my parents.

I chose myself. But I could remember the photo better than coming to visit. I miss it a little.

"This is a picture that I've been decorating my room for a long time."

"You look like your mother."

"Yeah, well, I'm told."

A family photo that smiles gently. It seems that it can be done in 3D, but I refused to do it as it is. I mean, even if it's three-dimensional... it won't touch. You won't touch me anymore.

Don't forget the warmth of your parents' hands, which gently stroked your head on a distant young day. Yes, I thought so.

The first one is my parents. The second one is the doctor in charge and the nurse in charge. Younger children with the same ward as their play-friendly grandmother.

And his best friend. When I photographed my best friend, Assam looked strange. I know that he is no longer in the world and mourn it, but I envy him that he is Zhu Zhu's best friend.

Such a complicated face made me laugh. Copy when you remember, copy when you remember. When I finish, there are so many pictures...

"I wasn't alone..."

Even though there were so many of them... [Thank you] won't arrive anymore. The nostalgia dragged her back to her hometown and she cried with remorse.

I will no longer see the many memories on the machine. Let's take care of it. Many thanks.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you...."

Hold the projection in your chest and repeat your thanks as you cry. All the people in the film smiled. That's all because everybody usually smiled at Zhu Zhu.

I was surrounded by a lot of love. I noticed it and cried again.

"Zhu Zhu, let Tugra make it a film album. so that it can be decorated and placed."

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you, Assam."

The big hand that stroked his head was so warm that Zhu Zhu smiled happily.