My name is Lan Yu, I am fourteen years old.
"I think today may be the day for you to open your eyes." A clear female voice said. I haven't opened my eyes for a long time. My therapist calls it erinarsuup qaumanik aanniaa, eye-opening phobia. It all started when I was a teenager and witnessed the death of my sister.
(The first few chapters have a lot of discussions about life philosophy (?), So you can skip it!)
Intention: I feel like I need to add a philosophical component, and the result is that it just looks like history.