---In the twilight realm where dreams weave their tapestries of the subconscious, there lies a peculiar vision that haunts the minds of many: the dream of clothes that, despite relentless washing, remain ever so faint and indistinct. This enigmatic dream...

In the realm of dreams, where the boundaries of reality blur into the surreal, I found myself in a peculiar situation. It was a dream where my husband, a gentle soul by day, was wielding a blade, meticulously slicing through bamboo leaves. The sight was b...