In AD 3047, the surface of this world was covered in ice and snow, but the high altitudes were spared, allowing humans to continue there. However, I, a human being, cannot open the "door" leading there. Why? Obviously I have a unique piece of identity unique to humans.
When I was repairing the "door", I accidentally heard that I was an incomplete human being, as if my consciousness was incomplete. Yes, after all, I always feel that there are many more memories in my mind that do not belong to me.
I am an orphan and the gatekeeper of the "door" on Cayman Street. Repairing the "door" is my daily job. One day, a little girl was lying next to the hut. She was thin and frail, and her experience was very similar to mine, so I took her home and named her "Begler".
My identity is solid and I recognized her. Why? Why is my memory so similar to hers?
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Demining (if you don't like the following points, don't enter):
1. The style of this article is relatively loose, and diaries, novels, etc. May be included.
2. The full text is narrated slowly, so it is best to read slowly. Each chapter I wrote is relatively short (Note: The full text of this article is free)
3. The author's writing is not good, I hope everyone can bear with it.
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Finally, I wish everyone a happy reading!
Intention: Embrace yourself and hold on to your inner hope