My mind and body are a virtual fire.
Deep down are the few remaining remnants of the outermost layer.
You see, I burned myself very delicately, and my skin was replaced with layers of thick calluses. I was willing to be my cocoon, just like I immersed myself in water, I let water, let the cocoon fill my gaps. Maybe I should be a piece of oracle bone, there is no eternity, and there is no time period. When language - the collective memory of mankind is engraved on my bones, I have been reborn, and I am smuggling two memories.
One part is for the world, and one part is for you.