Wandering Under the Lamp

I had stuck a Kongming lantern all my life, and my obsession persisted after my death, and I was trapped in a broken lantern. When people release me, they will make wishes and offer incense. In exchange, I light the way forward for them and dispel the weirdness in the fog. I thought it was a fair transaction, until late that night, a mute girl crookedly wrote a line on my lamp: "Don't light the lights, they're watching you." I looked down and saw no figure under the lamp. Only thousands of pairs of pale ghost hands are stretching out from the ground, waving at me silently... ---