Two teenagers with old wounds meet again.
They understand the weightlessness of the abyss, do not talk about healing, and do not fantasize about redemption.
The rain is drifting, and the forest is lonely; the scars collide, and there is no need to smooth them out.
Suffering will not disappear, but there will be people to bear the storms in the future.
It is the perfection hidden in the background of tragedy. The dusk rain falls in the forest and it will stay there for a long time.
Purpose: Abandon the fairy tale redemption narrative and write about the symbiosis of traumatized people; love cannot eliminate pain, but it can allow weightless people to have a fixed landing point, accept all the brokenness of each other, and find long-term peace in the incompleteness.
