There is a proverb in my hometown: When a person is about to die, the three fires are extinguished, and he can encounter strange things that ordinary people cannot encounter.
Being terminally ill, I spent a small amount of money to buy a one-way ticket to Europe.
I wanted to take a quiet look at the world for the last time, but unexpectedly fell into the cycle of death——
Every time you die, the time of rebirth is pushed forward.
Human bones pave the road, church blood river, death hunts...
When I was on the verge of disappearing for the seventh time, a girl who called herself "God" reached out to me for help.
