Shique was called a timeless ghost since she was born, and everyone shunned her.
But this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that her blood is like sulfuric acid, corroding everything except her.
Fate seemed to be playing a joke on her.
Every time she was pushed to the edge of the cliff, she was pulled back again and again, pulled and stretched.
At the last critical moment, the one who can hold her back is herself.
When the ghost carries the time, is it the ghost carrying the time, or does the time carry the ghost?
Short essay, a story about curse and love
Intention: To peel off the curse and shackles of fate is to reunite with the new self.