Endless darkness, no light at all. There seemed to be the sound of running water ahead. Someone is holding your hand, it's warm, and your hair is being caressed gently. His eyes gradually became clearer. A woman in red was holding his hand and standing on the bank of a river. The water was like ink, and the water ripples turned into thousands of twisted and struggling faces. Occasionally, dense bones floated up. The face of the woman in red is so familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.
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