"Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit" Janet Winterson
"Some scars need to be healed by fire and ice, just like the aurora must travel through eternal night before it dares to bloom."
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The rainy night in Berlin was as thick as ink, and she ran headlong into his forbidden place filled with whiskey mist. The amber liquid shimmered, and the coldness of the lens in her hand and the cold light emitted by the metal confronted each other through the liquid, as if an undercurrent that had been accumulated for a long time surged up in an instant. A dangerous game limited to summer begins quietly.
The beer foam in Munich is joyful, but it hides the mystery of antique keys; in the Golden Hall of Vienna, the waltz is melodious, but the notes are actually wrapped in the deep sound of the safe.
The Charles Bridge in Prague was covered with the first snow. In the silvery world, he hurriedly handed her a gear necklace, then turned around and disappeared into the black motorcade of the transnational forces. She took the necklace and stepped into the Bogotá rainforest. Under the moonlight, the vines ran wild, crushing the moonlight, while the necklace code lit up an emerald distress signal on the satellite map.
Three years later, in the cold winter of New York, she used a photography exhibition to nail the mark of the Gray Empire on the altar of art. Three streets away, his bond ceremony was surrounded by roses. As the steel behemoth smashed into Brooklyn at dusk, he knelt in the glass starlight, held up the gear ring, and confessed affectionately: "Yan Mi, all cities are prisons, except for the seventh one you named."
Finally, under the aurora in Reykjavik, they let the last metal secret pattern slowly sink into the volcanic lava. As evidenced by the glacier, two souls who emerged from the smoke of gunpowder entrusted the rest of their lives to an endless road and walked hand in hand towards the unknown.
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Seven Cities·Seven Abyss
Berlin Cage | Munich Mask | Vienna Secrets
Departure Song in Prague｜Lost in Bogota｜Nirvana in New York
Reykjavik·New life
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