Silence is the last person on earth who still remembers the fact that "someone disappeared".
Others are used to it. The people who are still around you today may be gone tomorrow, and you will forget them all, and you won't even have time to grieve. Life is like a book whose pages are constantly being torn off. When you turn to the next page, you realize that the previous page is missing.
But silence is different. He could see the remnants of the vanished—translucent ghosts that repeated their last moments. They sat at the dinner table, stood by the window, and held other people's hands. No one can see them except silence.
He can also recall their relics and see their last memories before disappearing. With each recall, there would be another scar on his body. There are more and more scars, like a map, marking the final direction of all the erased people.
Someone told him: "Every time you recall a relic, you are suffering an erasure for that person. The injuries on your body are proof of their disappearance. If you continue, you will become them."
Shen Mo touched the still bleeding wound on his chest and said, "That at least proves they existed."
He wants to find the source of the silent stripping. Not because he wanted to save the world, but because, deep in his memory, a person disappeared. But he couldn't remember who that person was. All he knew was that he was a very important person to him.
"You forgot me, I didn't forget you." He wrote on a blank piece of paper.
The paper is blank. But Silence knows that there once was a name there.
