It was the end of summer and the autumn air was not strong. The weather is still hot and dry during the day, with only a hint of chill after midnight, telling the fact that autumn has arrived. The continuous rain falls slowly. I think of those stories that are both plausible and false. The child is silent about strange powers and chaotic spirits. These unexplainable and unexplained stories are regarded as memorials to my childhood that has finally passed away. Be it humans, ghosts, or demons. Good and bad, good and evil, there is no absolute. Try to empty yourself and let your soul travel.
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