No one has ever asked me about this story. You are the first. But you are not the first to hear this story.
Wall.
Bed.
Ceiling.
There is also a teapot.
It has not been a year or two since I told them this story. Unfortunately, they have no memory and cannot be transmitted. I can't take such a good story to my grave. You should record it, record it sparingly. I have a lot of unhealthy things in my heart. It would be unpleasant if there was no audience. But if there are too many audiences, there would be no room for my old face.
You are absolutely right.
A face that is over a hundred years old is also a face.
I seem to have found a soulmate.