Xie Zi
I imagine myself standing on a golden beach. The shell wind chimes clink in the breeze by my ear, ringing with the breath of the sea, as if washing away the little flecks of reluctance in my heart. All I can do is close my eyes and reflect... Everyone must dream. We dream of becoming a princess or a prince. Those are sweet dreams, but nightmares come from the fears within you. You're walking somewhere, and suddenly your foot misses the ground. You plunge into a bottomless abyss... Then you wake with a start. My dreams are strange beyond belief. The white clouds in the sky and everything around them are beautiful, but this isn't a sweet dream. A voice always appears in my mind, calling someone's name: "Qila." It sounds as if it comes from hell, sending chills down my spine...
