The troubles of fungi are nothing more than poetic helplessness: Blind man, when fate comes, catch it with your hands. While she was blind, she had no doubt that she was about to become or had already become a multiple personality patient. However, she found that becoming a narcissist, a "perverted" inner demon, a fanatic, or a depressive was a terrifying thing.
One day, the fungus miraculously regained her sight. Whether she grew up in a cave or disappeared in society, for her, the world is undoubtedly a journey of inner demons and a visual feast. Many years later, she discovered that life was slowly smoothing out her edges. She suddenly felt that she was filthy and had nothing, and at the same time, she returned home happily.