In a dazed state, suffering from some blood loss and exhaustion due to a lack of sleep for too long, Chen Miao fell into a deep sleep.
He had not dreamed for a long time.
But this night, surprisingly, he had a dream.
It was a strange dream in which he struggled to push a huge stone to the top of a mountain, and just as he was about to reach the summit, his body reached its limit and ran out of strength. He could only awkwardly dodge to the side and watch helplessly as the stone he was about to push to the top rolled down to the bottom of the mountain.
Just like the god Sisyphus in Greek mythology.
He did the same repetitive task day after day.
He didn't know how many times he had repeated it.
Then, on one occasion, as he stood at the foot of the mountain ready to push the boulder to the top again, a woodcutter carrying firewood on a nearby path approached him and asked,
"What are you doing?"
"I am preparing to push this huge stone to the top of the mountain."
