He was playing with my limbs again, tearing them apart and then putting them back together again. This kind of thing is repeated over and over again every day. I looked at his appearance every time he hurt me, as if he was regretting and enjoying the process.
I don't know how much time passed. One day, I really came to him. He looked at me, said nothing and just gently held me in his arms. He told me that he believed the prophecy was true and that I actually appeared. He also told me a secret, he said that I was the desire from the bottom of his heart.
I don't understand how desire could be me. I don't understand what the man in front of me is talking about. I just think he might be crazy? After all, this man didn't act like a normal person before. But there was something uncontrollable in the man's eyes, so I didn't say what I was thinking in the end.
Probably because it comes from desire itself, then you will never know whether it will come again tomorrow?
Demining
Atypical Narcissus
Purpose: Don't be dominated by desire
