A Girl Who Won't Pray

The pit is deep. Stretch your hands in front of your eyes, A little shimmer can be seen on the nails. Hold your breath, The heartbeat can be heard. So I hugged my knees tightly, Tuan sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up to the sky at a 45-degree angle. Legend has it that this gesture A renewed light can be seen. All are telling of the renewed light, I think it belongs neither today nor tomorrow, It only appears when it should appear, Stay where it should stay, For a short moment, a faint white light, Come and warm the dark bottom of the pit, And illuminate everyone's hope. So they said that yesterday, Today, tomorrow... Legends are floating around every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me, I'm always like this, Climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit, I'm used to climbing, so I'm very skilled at it. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are holes in the ground at any time. Climb out, You don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her crawling out posture, Step by step toward hope, Step by step, we headed towards the bottom of the pit again, There is numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, Put your hands on the ground and your legs on your knees, This is really not a pleasant posture, But while crawling, My eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, I looked at every place over and over again, Like a cow chewing its cud, Chew every word over and over again. I have forgotten the original taste, What I'm waiting for is tomorrow's food, I am a fish with its head raised, Keep eating, never stop, Until the day the food eats me up. But I mostly use the 'squatting' posture. This is a posture soaked in blood and engraved in bones. This is my posture of looking up, This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky, They come and go freely and are never bound, Their wings are spread and their bodies are light. I think they must not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting; Creation is too discriminating against them, It's hard to imagine what fun they have in being alive. Maybe one day, You will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit, I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, I have long hair and fall off my nails. Climbing towards you step by step, running my hand through your black hair, My resentment passes through your network cable, Do you know who I am? I agree with every author who digs holes but does not fill them.

There are so many pitfalls, please fill them in!!!

There are so many pitfalls, please fill them in!!!

Update it!!!!

Go on a killing spree, why do I just like this kind of heroine, hahahahahahaha

Ah, I always feel that this story can be connected with the world view of Pixel Farm. The boss is the one who removed the doomsday box.

Fifteen more, Fifteen more, Fifteen more, Fifteen more, Fifteen more, Fifteen more

I hope there will be 15 more updates. It would be better if it were *2 or *3.

I hope there will be 15 more updates. It would be better if it were *2 or *3.

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