This is the story of a dream.

In the dream, you are standing by a riverbank. A thick fog hangs over everything. You see an old woman crouching next to a gate. She is desperately looking for something, rummaging through the tall grass.

"What are you looking for?" you ask.

The old woman turns around. "I am looking for a little finger," she replies. She holds out her left hand and, sure enough, the little finger is missing. "Can you help me look for it?"

You are compelled to say "Yes," and when you do, the search for the little finger begins.

You have to find her little finger, because if you don't, you will never be able to wake up again.

Now that you have read this story, you will have the dream soon.