For seven nights in a row, she dreamed of being kidnapped and taken to Myanmar.
She checked the license plate. It was real. She checked the address. Myawaddy.
She tried to escape, only to run into the person from her dream. She tried getting someone to sort things out, but they told her to accept her fate.
She tried every possible way and realized fate was like a train that had jumped the tracks. There was no escaping it.
So, she decided not to run.
She started stockpiling supplies.
She poured all the savings her family had given her into it, turning her riverside apartment into a warehouse. Two hundred boxes of compressed biscuits were just the beginning. She stocked years' worth of medicine and enough tools to dismantle an entire building. The silver bangle her grandmother left her suddenly grew hot, revealing an infinite space hidden within where nothing would ever spoil.
With twenty-three days left on the countdown, she took her entire warehouse with her and walked into that man-eating rift.
Later, a legend began circulating through the compounds of Myawaddy: the new Chinese woman had more things hidden on her than the whole compound did.
And she had never planned on not coming back.
This is a story about being prepared. It is also the story of an ordinary woman who entered the darkest corner of the world and tore open a rift with her own hands.
Why is the sound I like to hear gone?
Generally speaking, he always talks repeatedly and makes sense, as if writing in a cloudy and foggy way is more clever.
Can. Big cheers for the author