Walking in the Light

The day the sugar bowl bottomed out, Jessica decided to run away. At the age of nineteen, he was like an exquisite puppet with his soul drained out - the gilded pillars of the wealthy merchant's mansion could not trap him, and the praise of the city's "happy healer" made him suffocate. The shadow of his father's early death, his mother's sigh as she stared at the phantom, and the "home" that completely collapsed after his sister went away to study... Sweets became the last patch to block his tear ducts. When the mints could no longer suppress the shame of physiological tear incontinence and the absurd questioning of existentialism, this young man who was accustomed to covering up his scars with "It's okay" stuffed the empty sugar bowl into his backpack and plunged into the morning mist-filled wilderness without looking back. He is going to find the answer: peeling off the layers of "Father's Shadow", "Reliable Brother" and "Sweet Lie Healer", is there still a real soul named "Jessica" surviving inside? The journey is a slow unfolding of a utopian picture - idealized medieval towns are filled with honey-colored sunshine, forest fairies hum songs and sell dew, and even the outline of the mountains looks gentle and approachable. But Jessica's golden healing magic still burns her palms late at night: He can mend the broken bones of strangers, but he can't heal the chasm in his heart that was torn apart at the age of eight; he makes up the story of "I have a friend" to enlighten the desperate, but there are gold-leaf honey candies hidden in his backpack that no one can give away. Until the rusty sword edge reveals the deception. Violet, a down-and-out swordsman who claims to hate sweets but is soaked in the scent of old aristocratic violets. He saw through his pale lips when his magic power was exhausted, and exposed the clumsy lie about "dust getting into his eyes". When he pushed everyone away and shouted "This is my fight!", He used the hilt of his sword to wake him up: "Show your strength." When the sugar hater takes the sticky honey candy in his palm, and when the incontinent teenager learns to scream "Help me", the empty sugar bowl begins to be filled unexpectedly: the body heat shared in the cave on a stormy night, the rock-paper-scissors after three hours of bickering over "which way to go", and the deadly sword light without words when the villain attacks - he cuts the chain, he heals the scar. In the absurd bickering and the paradox of life and death, two broken souls gradually pieced together a complete journey home: It turns out that a wanderer's heart doesn't need to be anchored to land. When someone understands your silent trembling, when vulnerability does not need to be wrapped in candy wrappers, when "dependence" becomes courage sharper than a sword - this moment when you are walking together in the light is your home. Purpose: In the journey of self-pursuit, only by accepting the inner fragility and establishing a sincere bond can we find the true destination of the soul.