In the manor of the Hall family in East Chester. Audrey sat before the dressing table, lighting a candle. Then, through the gently trembling flame, she gazed into the mirror, her emerald eyes deepening with each passing moment, so profound that it was hard to look away—her soul seemed ready to sink into them. "Audrey, stay awake in your dreams tonight," she softly murmured to herself. This was a simple act of psychological suggestion. Inspired by the ancient song she heard at dusk, she had begun to explore her own dreams, hoping to journey into the deep ocean of collective unconsciousness and the spiritual sky shared by all living beings. This was an endeavor never conceived by other "psychologists"—at least, no similar experience had been documented in the reference materials provided by the "Psychological Alchemy Society"—one in which she herself suggested it and explored her own dreams. Perhaps there, one might find the Great Dragon of the Soul, or even traces of the "City of Miracles," Liviaide... Audrey withdrew her gaze, removed the "Lies" that had transformed into a ruby necklace, and placed it carefully into the jewelry box. She feared that this magical item, which amplified emotions, might affect her dream-self, causing unintended harm, so she handled it cautiously and preemptively. After completing these actions, Audrey unconsciously glanced at her reflection in the mirror and noticed a subtle imperfection in her appearance. When wearing the "Lies," she had often been so captivated by her beauty that she had been utterly enchanted. "Snap out of it, Audrey—those are merely lies!" she raised her right hand and gently brushed her cheeks. At this moment, she was especially grateful that she had named this magical object "Lies"; it served as a constant reminder, keeping her alert. Otherwise, one day she would inevitably grow completely dependent on it, unwilling to face her true self, and upon its loss, might immediately lose control. "The girls who were rather ordinary in appearance—wearing the 'lies' to enhance their looks, transforming themselves into near-perfect versions—might then refuse to remove them, even choosing to die rather than let go. Such 'exceptional ones' must not harbor the same mindset." Audrey sighed and stood up. Wearing a smooth silk nightgown, she moved lightly and with anticipation through the warmly spring-like room, returning to the soft, comfortable bed with good supportive structure, and pulled the cord at the head of the bed. Her personal maid, Anne, gently opened the door and extinguished the lights. Not long after, Audrey truly fell asleep. In the hazy, dreamlike world, she suddenly jolted awake, realizing she was dreaming. With quiet interest, she gazed around, murmuring to herself: "Is this what psychologists call a 'lucid dream'? There's also a similar concept in esoteric traditions." "Truly effective! I relied simply on self-imposed psychological suggestion and successfully entered a lucid dream. Audrey, you're truly a genius—well, no, no, no. This is mainly the application of extraordinary abilities; I shouldn't be proud. At this moment, Audrey has already clarified what kind of dream she's currently experiencing. She is walking along a gloomy, narrow path, surrounded by dark forests, with a castle rising ahead, its turrets towering prominently. Long, mournful wolf howls, slow and unsettling breaths, and sharp, intermittent cries come from all around, creating a sense of danger and oppressive atmosphere. I'm still afraid—fearful that, just one day, many extraordinary beings might attack my parents and siblings. From the perspective of a psychologist, Audrey analyzes her own dream. She walks steadily, progressing toward the castle that resembles the ancestral home of the Hall family, within this remarkably realistic dream setting." As they walked, a figure suddenly emerged from the black forest—a massive dragon covered in golden scales, with pale golden eyes standing upright and a thick, sweeping tail. The dragon’s facial features were identical to Odile’s, creating an oddly awkward and startling impression when combined with its body. Odile jumped in surprise, nearly waking from her dream, but fortunately, as someone who had previously served as an observer, she managed to steady her composure. This reminded her that she had never truly forgotten the moment when she nearly lost control while taking the "psychologist" potion—the self-reassurance and mood uplift she had experienced were only superficial; the shadow had already taken root deep within her subconscious, occasionally surfacing in her dreams. Fortunately, she had noticed this today, and now she could begin treating it at the subconscious level. After all, she was the very "psychologist"! If she continued to ignore this issue, she might well develop fear and lose control when reaching the sixth tier of promotion. Odile carefully examined herself, reflecting deeply. Hesitant and intermittent, Audrey's dreams changed in fragmented fashion—unfit for a coherent narrative. At last, she reached the castle, where a wand of arm's length swept through the air, scattering brilliant glimmers that shimmered like stars. Instantly, the castle became majestic, its once gloomy and dim tones completely dispelled. Melodies from a band poured forth, and one gas lantern after another lit up the walls. "This is exactly the extraordinary power I first envisioned—such a child's dream," Audrey smiled, her spirits lifting. She did not pause, stepping past the castle toward the edge of the dream, indifferent to the shifting scenes behind her and the unfolding of the story. After an indeterminate length of time, she traversed the barren wilderness and arrived at the edge of a cliff. Looking out, the gray, formless expanse stretched endlessly, deep and profound, as though it had no bottom. Audrey was fully aware that this was the boundary of her dream—once she stepped beyond it, she had no idea what might happen. "And how could she even leave? Jump down? Would she fall to her death?" Audrey hesitated, not particularly brave. After pondering for several dozen seconds, she slowly formed a plan: This was a dream, rooted in the realm of the mind. As the one in charge, she could use her will to carve out a path for herself! With a sense of determination, she tried to manifest what she envisioned—just as she had done before, when she had relied on the strength of the "Knight" Mr. Fool—but now, everything had to come from her own power. Audrey extended her right hand, palm down, and gently directed it toward the hazy abyss. Before her, the hazy depth began to ripple and surge, revealing a series of stairways stretching downward, seemingly without end. Audrey took a slow, steady breath, lifted her skirt slightly, and stepped forward, placing her foot on the first step. She stepped downward one step at a time, the surroundings growing increasingly quiet—so quiet that it began to induce hallucinations. Here, beyond the gray haze, there was only gray haze, nothing visible, solitary and unknown. The howling wind constantly shifted direction, shaking Audrey’s body and deepening her sense of fear gradually. Before her emotions overwhelmed her, a profound yet gentle radiance shimmered within her emerald eyes, as if capable of peering into the very depths of people’s hearts. Audrey had calmed herself using her "psychodynamic" ability! She continued descending, and after several tens of seconds, a single luminous spot suddenly appeared within the surrounding gray. With cautious eyes, Audrey observed that within the spot was herself—just having finished drinking the magical potion, nearly transforming into a colossal dragon creature, on the brink of collapse—her face brimming with concern, apprehension, fear, and tension. "…This is my unconscious mind. This is my shadow," Audrey vaguely realized where she had truly gone after leaving the dream. She didn't rush to resolve this shadow, instead moving step by step downward with growing anticipation. According to the theory of the "Psychological Alchemy Circle," the bottom of the unconscious is her destination—the vast ocean of collective unconsciousness shared by all living beings! As she descended, Audrey saw herself as a child listening to her parents tell legendary tales, saw herself who valued appearance yet was actually far from graceful beneath the surface, and saw herself attending Tarot gatherings—though all the points resembling the latter were tightly enveloped in gray mist. These were all elements within her unconscious—shaping her personality and behaviors, Audrey instinctively analyzed them using her psychological knowledge. Between the flickering points, she repeatedly neared emotional collapse due to the prolonged, solitary journey without clear direction, yet always managed to stabilize herself through her extraordinary capacity for self-soothing. When she began to lose track of time, she saw the final step. In front of the steps lay a solid, hazy, grayish "ground," above which swayed and drifted a multitude of light forms—dense, overlapping, like a shimmering, ethereal sea. The collective unconscious sea... Audrey took a few steps forward, lifted her head, and was surprised to find that the grayish haze no longer obscured her view; the upper sky came into sharp clarity. There, countless figures emerged, each one indescribable, seven in particular, each radiating a pure, luminous glow that held infinite knowledge. Audrey pressed her lips together, murmuring with delight: "The spiritual sky." Then, she carefully advanced, beginning her own journey. The shifting lights and shadows that compose the sea occasionally passed before her eyes—some bearing ancient memories scorched by flame, others carrying the intense pain of gazing upon the unspeakable… Beyond the imprints from antiquity and the early peoples, Audrey also saw streams of admiring glances directed toward her, and witnessed folk traditions devoted to the worship of great dragons. As she walked, she noticed a gray-white mountain rising in the distance on her left, extending upward and piercing through the ocean of light and shadow, its summit veiled and translucent. Was that another person’s consciousness? Within the sea—the unconscious mind—while beyond the surface—the conscious mind? Ah, he was dreaming… Suddenly, Audrey recalled a possible psychological application: to draw close, climb upward, and directly influence the thoughts within the other’s unconscious, thereby guiding their actions naturally according to one’s own intentions. But this should be difficult, and extremely dangerous... Audrey withdrew her gaze, hesitating to act. She clearly remembered that this time she had come seeking the traces of the Mind Dragon and the city of miracles, Liviethed. As she passed through the consciousnesses of dozens, even hundreds of others, a growing sense of fatigue settled upon her. "It's time to go," she instinctively raised her head, gazing toward the horizon, her rational mind making the decision. She stood there, reluctant to leave. As Audrey prepared to turn, a sudden shadow appeared in the midst of the sky. Two massive, gray wings! Beneath them stood a long, serpentine creature. Its body was covered in vast, stone-like scales of a gray-white hue, with four sturdy, powerful legs. It seemed to be bathed in a sunlight that did not exist, radiating a glow reminiscent of the twilight's afterglow. The creature moved gracefully toward her, its eyes a soft golden hue, its pupils vertically aligned—cold, majestic, and regal. Its grand, epic form swiftly receded, vanishing into the ocean of collective unconsciousness of all living beings. The great dragon… the dragon of the mind! Audrey jumped slightly in place, then glanced around, afraid someone might see her lack of grace and decorum. She strolled excitedly, spun once in place, and was thoroughly satisfied with her own journey. Indeed, the dragon-worship tradition here was not without roots—within their subconscious ocean, a dragon of the mind dwelled. Audrey restrained her urge to praise herself and decided immediately to return and awaken from the dream. She had no desire to continue exploring, as she wasn’t prepared for such a venture; instead, she intended to consult with the "Knight of the Fool," the "Hanged Man," and the others at the next Tarot gathering, hoping to gain some guidance. Audrey retraced her steps, entered the mountain where her own consciousness had formed, and then awakened herself, successfully emerging from the dream. ………… At this moment, Daniz was also permitted to return to the room. He glanced at Germán Spáro and awkwardly smiled, "You'll definitely not tell anyone about what you just saw, right?" PS: Doubled! Need your monthly support!