Origin of God

Before I was 18, my world was black, like a small black tent Some people walked by without looking sideways, and some stopped for a moment, but I don't know what they looked like. I have heard the flowers falling, the leaves drying, and the wind on the plateau intertwining into a magnificent song in the air, but I have never really seen the scenery outside. Until... "Stop the seagulls. From today on, I am also a drifter." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.