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Unconsciously, I like to follow behind some people: the female sword-swallower who descends on a remote town like a shudder, the baby girls who ask squirrels to leap onto their shoulders and jump into the clouds together, the genius deskmate who uses rulers and compasses to draw swords to the end of the world, the girl who hears the cry of a heartbroken elephant in her ears, the man who is determined to hand over everything in order to repay a story, myself who breathes hard at the bottom of the lake under the snow-covered ice, the high-class but lonely god. They seduced me by living outside the frame. Tempt me to see myself clearly, and then try to see the world clearly. We all swallowed the heavy and grew into a part of the body; until we met each other and shared the common wounds. Let's go. I may be silent, I may be lost, I may lose my key, but at least with my eyes open, I will see myself stop smoothly.