[I dropped a pen and someone else picked it up]
Narrating dreams with pen
It looks very similar to me, just like looking in a mirror. The only difference is the face. It has no facial features. The face is like a sunken vortex, swallowing up all the light that exists around it, so that I can't see the scene in the vortex from any angle, but I know from the bottom of my heart that there is a mouth and eyes in the vortex...
I still remember it. The loneliness and despair seemed to turn into entities and wrap around me. I didn't shout loudly or wave my arms wildly. After all, I knew clearly that I was not afraid...
... No one will come to save me.
Purpose: yearning for a better life