You cannot look back during the wake. When you comb your hair in the middle of the night, you will see another person. You cannot pick up the red rope on the roadside...
Some of them are young people returning to their hometowns to keep vigil, some are students rushing late at night, and some are travel companions who stray into deserted villages.
They violated a taboo, and then, strange things happened.
The extra hand in the mirror, the sound in the coffin, the cool feeling on the shoulder behind me...
When they finally understand awe, it's often too late.
And I am just the one who records every weird thing.
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