Suddenly one day, I wanted to go back to my mother's womb. It took me twenty-one years to find this secret base. Because in this world of confusing reality, I really can't think of any place that is safer, quieter, and warmer than the womb. I can be wrapped around the umbilical cord, or I can freely choose to suffocate in the viscous liquid or swim a hundred-meter spiral butterfly stroke. Do you think that would be very cool? What kind of posture do you think I should adopt so that I can die in the best possible way?