Ghost Stories on Cuffs

I lingered for a long time, remembering some and forgetting some. I lingered for a long time, remembering some and forgetting some. Childhood dolls, fragmented dreams, familiar strangers... Where am I? Am I stuck here? Am I trapped in a cage or standing still? Think about it quickly and remember whether I am the hunter or the prey. If I remember, I will be free; if I forget, I will die without a trace. I have kept a small volume of ghost stories in my sleeve, and now I present it to the reader.