I don't know how many times I've seen him in my dreams in the past ten years. His calm eyes, his calm tone that remained unflappable no matter whether he encountered a rice dumpling or a pheasant neck, the unicorn tattoo that bore everything on his back, and the countless back views he left for me - the back view of him walking like crazy while carrying a black gold ancient sword.
——Ten years later, if you still remember me, you can take this thing and open the bronze door. You might still see me in there.
Ten years ago, I followed him all the way through the snow-capped Changbai Mountains to see him off on his last journey.
"Since you don't want to tell me, then I will find out for myself. I will get closer to the truth bit by bit like before. And that truth is you."
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