Adapted from a dream on the night of July 31, 2009.
The originally ugly birthmark on her back was woven into a beautiful and coquettish totem in another world, just like the birthmark woke up and grew vine leaves all over her smooth and white back.
He is the ruler of this spiritual world, he is the Black Spirit King, and no one has seen his face. When he goes out, he always wraps himself tightly in black clothes and rides a thousand-mile horse with the same black color. People feared him, and he was the supreme god in their eyes.
When they met, he saw the totem on her body, and he wanted to lock her away forever, which originated from a curse thousands of years ago.
And she just wanted to escape, far away from this dangerous man. She never gave up, trying again and again and failing again and again.
Later, she found a way home, but every time she took a step closer to the door, her whole body felt as if it had been rolled over by wheels. She walked down the stairs step by step, looking at the familiar streets. Things and people were on the other side of the iron door. Maybe she could touch them if she stretched her hand forward. The unbearable pain hit me more and more intensely every time, and finally I couldn't bear it and fell down. Is it still impossible to leave?