Pieces of broken souls, I saw myself in them.
Sometimes I really can't tell whether I am me or "me". It seems that I suddenly got an almost illusory touch, as if I have just descended into this body from the other side. I can imagine two souls traveling through time and space exchanging with each other and looking at each other. Just as a second ago I was an ominous crow on the top of the cathedral in the square, with the transformation of spreading my wings, I was already a white dove vibrating with the sound of bells, leaving a mottled and fading shadow on the square. Or maybe it's all just a joke, just a body that the soul has moved into again and again. It doesn't let me feel the transfer. The death that scares me and the ignorant rebirth are just a short rest in a long journey. It deliberately hid the mystery of "life and death" and enjoyed the pleasure of the Creator.
——The unintelligible words written in front
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