She Looks at Me in the Fog

My name is Lin Jiu, a memory picker. My physique is special and I can enter those spaces woven by human obsessions - old houses that never leave, trains that never arrive, and theaters that never end. My job is to help those "existences" let go of their obsessions and be forgotten by the world. This time, I encountered an exception. She stood in the fog, her figure as blurry as a dream that was about to dissipate. She forgot everything, but remembered that she was waiting for someone. "Who are you waiting for?" She looked at me, her eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "I don't know. But I think it's you." She said her name was Ji Wan. She said she had been trapped here for a long time. She said, if forgetting is the only relief, why is she still looking? Later I discovered that every time I entered the obsession space, there were traces of her. Later I discovered that my physique may have been born from her. Later I discovered—— She looked at me in the fog for a long, long time. --- Some people become ghosts because of obsession, and some people become mysteries because of forgetfulness. And the moment I remembered everything, it was time for me to send her away with my own hands. Concept: The real demise is not death, but being forgotten. But sometimes, forgetting is the gentlest relief from obsession.