I woke up early in the morning and Chen Yu was beside me. Giving medicine, delivering porridge, taking a walk, and reminiscing about the past are so gentle that they are almost paranoid. I thought it was just amnesia and that my memory would slowly come back. Until no one else can see me, the wind passes through me, and there is no one under surveillance. Only then did I understand that I did not have amnesia, nor was I a soul. I am his deceased wife Su Nian, whom he built with thoughts and countless conversations day and night. I am his obsession that he refuses to let go of. He is guarding a lost love and is alone with data. The morning light is vain, and the palm has no medicine. Autumn moths are trapped in the windows, and ginkgo trees are all over the ground. You are trapped in the world, and I am waiting for someone who will never come back.
Intention: Contemporary people pretend to be strong and normal during the day. I feel lonely at night with no one to talk to. You can only tell your worries and secrets to AI.