My soul does not belong to myself alone. There is a "me" who also sees the world through my eyes.
Is it a miracle or just my imagination?
On the eve of my twenty-fourth birthday, a series of changes broke my peaceful life——
Repeating dreams, voices deep in the soul, reminders of imminent death... What are all these pointing to?
I am a man of destiny—a man commanded by God to die.
God has left a mark on my soul and I am a prisoner of God.
Intention: I made this dumpling for a bite of vinegar four years ago