Above the barren mountains is a floating zone between the sky and the world, hiding the aura and destiny of demigods, as well as ghostly and bizarre legends. As for me, I arrived by train and flight unexpectedly, and I didn't know whether I was dead or alive.
The forgetfulness of the world rests on the mountain-like clouds, surrounded by flowers, lonely and lengthy, frozen and distant memories. There are different stories hidden in each cloud. They are stained with the atmosphere of different eras. They travel through ancient and modern times in front of me, like a long picture scroll. From Meng Jiangnu to Yang Buyu, the collapsed city walls and dilapidated lychee trees. They are far away from the world and come here, nothing more than guarding the accumulated memories.
The memory I originally lost was found in an abandoned well, and it was not the panacea Mr. Quan claimed. This memory really makes me melancholy. My past life is like a pot of stinking mud, but missing or staying with someone has become my obsession. It makes me want to go to the world again and relive the regrets of the past in another life.
But the women on the barren mountain disagreed. They would rather stay in this happy decaying land than go to the human world to experience repeated suffering. Mr. Quan said that it is a one-way road from the human world to the barren mountains. No one can really leave. Just like the impermanent life, if you die, you will die, and if you live, you will live. And the layers of secrets hidden here can all be traced back to the huge dim moon and the people on it.
Finally, I turned into a wheat flower with the shortest flowering period and went to the human world to start my long life.
Intention: The tangled questions in the world have answers in the boundless sky, and what I want is never the answer, but death.