Migraines sometimes feel like fate.
The attack was so menacing that without any explanation, it nailed the person into the coffin. The long night is like rust, corroding the joints, pouring into the bones, roaring away the dust of an era, pulling out cold blood, dirty dreams, ferocious desires... Or some other things.
In my mind, I recalled the events of twenty years ago: countless fires, wars, deaths, and escapes.
They turned into the seventeen-year-old girl, standing on the dusk hills, looking at me and saying, write, write.
——What to write? It's all over.
——Is it over?
The girl sang the requiem that was popular during the war. I stood up in shock, the roaring in my head getting louder and louder. I got out of bed, put on my slippers and moved to the window to get the medicine.
There was a blind light in front of the window, splashing all over the house. The moon is high and wide, and the heart of the sky presses a shallow seal - what happened in the world is just dust, just dust.
——Those moments that broke the trajectory of my life and overturned the operation of the world, but at the time, people barely noticed. In the dust, slowly wake up.
Those moments related to life.
I took the medicine, opened the tablet, and typed the first line of text:
"Reincarnation is a prison break."
——Cyclops Lidal, "History of Galaxy Migration Volume 1 Preface"
Concept: A space legend for several girls