The moment a life disappears is the moment a meteor falls.
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I ran away from home.
I have been able to see people that ordinary people cannot see since I was a child. They are called ghosts, but I prefer to call them the dead. I can communicate with them and I will try my best to fulfill their wishes. But my family did not support me in doing these things. Although they loved me very much, I still stubbornly chose the hastest and most "appropriate" way - running away from home.
Along the way, I met many deceased people. I listened to their stories and found my own destination in the warmth they gave me.
Now I want to tell this story and invite you to listen.
Are you willing to come?
Intention: Find your destination in warmth.
