■I saw a walker holding a stick staggering away in the windy sand of my distant hometown.
■I saw rough fingers dipped in muddy water leaving symbols on the stone wall, and the cracks in the stone penetrated the words.
■I saw the green-red blood on the arrow gradually solidifying in the cold night wind.
■See sand flowing away from the cracks in human bones.
The wind from all directions leaves circular traces, like a complete reincarnation, wrapping time as it passes before your eyes. Everything is moving uncontrollably. At this moment, life is advancing, at this moment, everything is withering, at this moment, an old giant with incomplete legs is lying on the ground, bowing his head to ■, blocking the sky and the sun. There is a scar in every wrinkle of His face. His wide gums are sparsely inserted with yellow teeth that look like small hills. There is nothing in the void in His eye sockets that is wider than the sky.
He asked: "Can you hear it?"
■In response, everything fell silent in both ears.
He asked: "Have you ever seen it?"
■Yes, so the eyes can no longer see objects.
He said: "You should think about this."
Intention: time