Life is destined to be a lonely journey. Looking at my past self, I feel a little stupid at that time. Among people, in the eyes of others, I am inconspicuous, but in my own eyes, I am the most eye-catching one. He is weak and incompetent, ambitious but hesitant, young but like a rotten tree, naive and foolish, looking at himself as if he is unable to get through the Rendu lineage.
At this time, maybe I am also being looked at by another me, looking at myself as before, with the same life and time moving forward, while I am retreating. Is it the skin that imprisons me or is it that I control the skin? I feel numb, hesitant, and anxious.
Wake up, stop sleeping! Sometimes I can get out of my body and look at me like a pile of mud. It's so ****, and for a moment I feel like it's my imagination. Sometimes I shake my head hard and my eyes blur, like billions of stars flying past my eyes. I can't see anything clearly. Only yellow and black rays like barcodes fill my eyes. In an instant, I return to reality. It turns out that I fell asleep just now, but I can't remember what the dream was! What exactly is it?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
