An Acquaintance from Medicine Valley

Who isn’t born unique? Who doesn’t want to stand tall and hold up the sky? The pursuit of “eternal life” is an instinct shared by all living things. Exploring the nature of fate has always been one of humanity’s ultimate dreams. To a child, fate is the shape of the courtyard well: that distant square is the only sky I can see. To the young, fate is an inescapable trap, a heavy chain around the neck and a strain too great to bear. To the old, fate is the ancient locust tree in the courtyard. Whether they accept it or not, it gleams and withers through wind and rain.