The crushing weight of schoolwork loomed over me like a mountain, leaving me gasping for breath. I was an ordinary high school student, consumed by endless anxiety and depression, my mind on the verge of collapse. During summer vacation, I entered the mysterious psychiatric hospital in the city center. I thought it would be nothing more than a temporary respite, never imagining that I was embarking on a thrilling journey of self-redemption and the search for truth.
This was a corner of the world that had been forgotten, yet it was home to the warmest souls. I got to know them: people labeled "mentally ill." As I spent time with them, I witnessed their pain and struggles, but also their kindness and resilience. They weren't monsters; they had simply lost their way in the fog of their own minds. I began trying to understand them and offer them care. In the process, I gradually found peace within myself and completed my own transformation and growth.
But on the eve of my discharge, just as I was about to return to normal life, a sudden fire shattered the peace...
Is this the end, or another beginning? Have I really recovered, or have I fallen into an even deeper illusion? Where, exactly, is the truth hidden...
