I had a dream in which I found myself in a small village, seemingly located outside the Philippines, surrounded by a multitude of children. Within this dream, they were joyfully engaged in trick-or-treating, and it felt as though I had taken on the role of their protector. I wasn't their official guardian, but rather, I was there solely to watch over them. Then suddenly there were houses that reminiscent of the old and historical buildings in Binondo, Manila, Philippines. As we visited one particular house, it became apparent that the residents were also dressed in costumes. It was at this moment that we noticed a child, initially resembling a mannequin, but in my mind, it appeared as the lifeless form of a kneeling child. We proceeded to another house, and its wide-open door revealed a wooden wall and a narrow staircase to the left. A...