Humanity is both mighty and frail, both base and noble, capable of seeing the smallest details yet often choosing to ignore them.
Diderot
At exactly two in the morning, the heavy clang of the clock made me see my mother again. As if possessed, she stood blank-eyed on the windowsill of my room. Moments later, she plunged straight down!
Thud!
Right before my eyes, my mother's head split completely apart!
Blood streamed down from her forehead!
Her spine pierced her throat in an instant!
Her left hand was sliced in two by the kitchen cleaver that fell alongside her!
Her whole body convulsed for a moment, then she lost her balance completely, like a spinning top wobbling wildly on the ground. Gritting her teeth, she endured the agonizing pain radiating from her arm. After a scream, she spoke to me in a low, indescribably eerie voice: “Use your soul... to burn your body?!”
