I Have a Travel Journal

The Three Phases of the Imperial Chariot: the Black Heaven is an abyss, the aurora shines like daylight, and the white sun blazes bright.

Xi Yue opened his eyes. Before him was a dried-up well, and in his hands was a photo album.

When everyone told him, “This is an illness,” only the kneeling figure said to him:

“Wake up.”

This is a story about observation, lies, and salvation.