Write down whatever comes to mind. Meeting is fate. If you are willing, just go and read the random thoughts of a bored fish.
There is no piling up of gorgeous words, no stunning twists, and no stunning plot. Some are just bubbles spit out by fish underwater. Try popping one, and maybe you will breathe a little bit of different air. After all, life is too short but the road is too long. If you stop and take a look, you may see a different scenery. And I also regard this place as a place where I can rest, talk freely, or keep silent.
Concept: The sun always rises, but there are some places where light cannot penetrate. The darkness is raging there, swallowing up every sunny heart.