I died and was awakened by another "me" in a high latitude.
He said that we are the same soul struggling in billions of dimensions, and "walking on dreams" is the only way to survive - either break out of your own despairing heart prison, or be completely annihilated with him.
But when I came back from the dream, my wife had thrown herself into the lake because of the news of my "death". He left only his four-year-old son and a huge debt that crushed the family.
I used another "I" to burn up the fire I had bought, and traveled backward through the latitude to snatch back the last ray of her soul from the hands of death.
The price is to lose all the extraordinary power and become a mortal again.
Now, dragging my dying body, I move bricks at the construction site, stay with the bed in the hospital, and walk through the cold eyes of creditors.
They don't know that I have broken my dreams and reversed life and death.
They don't even know that every time I pay off a sinful debt, every time I warm my wife's frozen heart, every time I hold my son in my arms -
The power I lost was reborn in a more powerful form in the most ordinary human fireworks.
This is not cultivating immortality, this is atonement.
Above the latitude, there are still eyes peeping. But this time, my dojo is in this broken yet warm world.
