"We are like fireflies groping in the dark night. The moment we encounter the stars, we realize how small we are."
The woman put out the cigarette in her hand and looked up at the boy. "So, what are your choices? Do you feel that your light is insignificant and run away in despair, or... Become a star. Even if there is a chance that you will be shattered into pieces, you won't even be able to leave your name, and it will float away like dust, as if it never existed." "A star is a star, I am a carefree firefly, no matter what." The boy was nonchalant, while the woman was thoughtful, "Is this your choice, but you are not a firefly, you are a star, high above, unreachable, the most shining star."
Yan Qiming woke up from this strange dream again. He didn't know the woman's name and couldn't see her face clearly. He was like an actor in a puppet show, being influenced by every move. But every time he woke up, there was only one line in his mind: The place where the stars fell will surely become the cemetery of the gods.
