Summary: It has been several years since I came to live in the city. At the age of 15, I received an admission letter from the city's key university and went to school in a different place alone. A serious accident occurred many years ago on the highway that connects the two cities. The inexplicable plague also invaded my distant hometown. The school's unreasonable and rigid regulations... It seems that there are always changes that prevent me from going back...
In the past three years, due to various reasons, I have never been back home. After graduation, I finally reunited with my family, but the residence I returned to was not the hometown I expected—Hongtang Village.
The memories about Hongtang Village seem to have been deleted, and the messy and fuzzy memory fragments cannot piece together the village and town I imagined. Even if my mother showed me the photos she had taken there over the past three years, it would be in vain.
My family is right in front of me, a warm home under the shadow of the city lights. However, there was a voice in my heart that kept urging me to go back there, as if I had left something there. The strange thing is that whenever I mentioned returning to Hongtang Village, there was never any reply from my family, not even a rejection. I gradually realized that I had to go back to Hongtang Village to figure it all out. When I came to the bus stop alone, the bus stop at the entrance of the village was no longer there.
What happened in Hongtang Village? And why does it keep fading in my memory? My world is shrouded in a layer of fog, which seems thin but gloomy. It seemed like everything around me was stopping me, stopping me from going back there... Preventing me from remembering the past.
Intention: Everything in your memory will be the source of fear. Don't stare, don't think, don't try to escape. This is Hongtang Village. Everyone's memory is a dusty place. If you want to step into it, don't die in the memories you fear.
