Order:
Paradise Hell
the left for Paradise,
the right for Hell
Dawn is the darkest time of the day.
——The stars are gone, the moon is gone, the sun is gone.
Looking out of the window, I stretched out my hand to try to touch the white mist. Moist water droplets entangled my fingers, turning around.
The crystals of ice blurred the vision, and the crazy black in the pupils blended with the holy white water, and the vortex accelerated.
Most of my memories now are of me sitting in front of a messy desk, with the incandescent lamp on my right hand emitting light so bright that it can hurt people's eyes. On the window sill beside you, the glass is condensed with crystal edges that resemble snowflake patterns. After taking a breath, you can see the milky white mist.
It is surrounded by dark to pitch black corners.
I can't see clearly the path I've taken, nor can I see the direction of the future.
Heaven on the left, hell on the right.
Just a thought.