I was once the Book of All Souls in Kunlun Mountain, knowing the true names and essences of all things in the world.
Later, people began to only believe in words - Confucius cut off my scales and wrote "Baize Tu", and monks used my blood to copy scriptures on conquering demons.
Until the archaeological team dug out my horn in a Tang Dynasty tomb and excitedly announced that they had discovered an "ancient auspicious animal model."
And I was squatting outside the museum glass, licking ice cream and watching humans label "themselves."
A little girl suddenly pointed to the transparent display case: "Mom, it's crying."
——Only children can still see the truth.
