My name is Lin Mo, thirty-one years old, an ordinary father with a daughter in the ICU.
I didn't believe in God before. It was my daughter's illness that forced me to kneel down.
But since the first time I prayed, I have gained an extra pair of "eyes." I saw that people would shine when they prayed, and the light would be taken away; I saw silk hanging over hospitals, churches, and schools; I saw my daughter's life being pulled away bit by bit by a gray thread toward a height that I couldn't see.
I asked an old man who had been hiding for thirty years what was on it.
He didn't answer, just asked me: Are you sure you want to know? From the moment you ask, you can never go back.
I said, my daughter is under its pipe, and I have no life to return to.
Later I realized that it wasn't that he didn't want to answer.
In the deepest part of the fog, there is an answer that no one dares to live to believe.
