At two in the morning, I got home from working overtime and noticed something strange:
What dripped out of the lightbulb wasn't light. It was something viscous, something that seemed alive.
I thought I was hallucinating because I'd stayed up too late.
It wasn't until later that I learned the truth:
People had stopped living in this city a long time ago.
The light was imitating people.
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And I was turning into one of them.
But I had to remember who I was.
Because if even I forgot her,
the girl named Lin Xiaoxiao would truly disappear.
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Don't turn on the lights tonight.
Someone is watching you from within the light.
And waiting for you, too.
