This unabashedly shameless sales attitude directly left the customer at a loss for words!
"Even discarded dreams can be refurbished, these props may be broken, but that doesn't mean they cannot be used. They serve to 'guide the direction of dreams', acting as specific corresponding interfaces for certain dreamscapes."
"I indeed don't dream, nor have I ever made machines related to dreams, but I have other methods. The Steel Church outsourced this order to me—how could I let down Steel Church's expectations and the outsourced payment?"
The God of Abandonment simply used his power of rumination.
About an hour later, he had crafted a prototype machine, the size of which is roughly equivalent to stacking two double beds on top of one another, with several ports and corresponding dream tags attached.
"The solution is quite simple," said the God of Abandonment, wiping the dust and oil from his hands, with sparks flying from his steel palms.
