It seems that all kinds of things in the future have been hinted as early as childhood. The black mist I see in my eyes, the rotten smell I smell in my nose, the ferocious figure blurred in the smoke, the uneasiness that is approaching step by step, and the dangers. Is that man really by my side like what I saw? Have I always been alone to face the seemingly destined ending?
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