I am floating in the air, I am drowning in the deep sea. No one falls with me, no one falls with me. Lin Xinglan has been guarding a window his entire life. The bars locked his freedom when he was a child, and the floor-to-ceiling windows took away his mother when he grew up. In the dream, he was running in the empty corridor, opening closed windows one after another until he reached the end of the corridor.
"Stars? The night is coming to an end."
In front of the swirling white curtains, a delicate and thin boy stretched out his hand with a smile. Lin Xinglan shook his hand back, until the opposite side sprouted fangs and remnant wings, and pressed him against the window.
"Brother, you can't escape."
When his face was pressed against the cold glass, when the glass was shattered and the fragments scratched his face, Lin Xinglan knew that he could not leave.
Intention: I am floating in the air, I am drowning in the deep sea. No one falls with me, no one falls with me.