At four o'clock in the morning, I did a 60-meter bungee jump. The wind whistled in my ears, and the rapid air made it difficult to catch my breath. Every blood vessel in my body was shrinking, my brain was buzzing, and white stars appeared in front of my eyes. After a burst of shattering sounds, the scarlet in front of me replaced the white in my memory for five years. The sirens of ambulances and the cries of women all around me... It was so noisy... When my consciousness returned, the pain from my limbs made me know that I was dead. There was no moon in the sky the day I died, and a thick layer of snow fell on the ground... It was really soft...
Three years of darkness, four years of splendor, five years of whiteness, and finally ten minutes of red. Actually I am not afraid of monsters, but I am afraid of losing monsters...
Maybe to others, I am not a normal person...
Purpose: monster literature