There is a lake in my hometown. It is crystal clear, but no one can really see it clearly.
They said it was a joke on the light.
Only I saw the other side of the lake - those who walked into the lake would turn into milky white light.
What's even more strange is that the whole village accepted it calmly, as if it was just the most ordinary sunset.
Except me.
I was left alone in the cold truth, becoming the only alien in my hometown.
It wasn't until many years later that the copper kettle from the ceremony was handed into my hands.
I realized that the lake is not the end.
It is the beginning of a huge and tender forgetfulness, filtering through all the sadness that is too heavy.
And I, this "mistake" that I shouldn't see,
Being watched silently by the existence in the green depths.
It extended an invitation to me—
Walk into the water and become part of oblivion?
Or stay on the shore and become a part of this long healing process,
The first witness to stay sober?
First person
Intention: Self-breakthrough, self-salvation, self-liberation