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I am the most inconspicuous existence on the top of this mountain. This place repeats itself every day, so quiet that it feels like it has been forgotten by the world. Floods will come, strong winds will blow, white fog will swallow everything, In every turmoil, companions are taken away and never come back. I tried my best to hide and defend, not daring to speak out. I thought that as long as I was careful enough, I could avoid this endless doomsday. Until my neighbor gently said to me: "You have been guarding for so long, In fact, what you fear most is never disaster. What you are afraid of is yourself. " What exactly is this mountain? Who I am? Why do these repeated destructions come? You will never guess the truth until the end.