There Is a Bug in My Brain

Dark clouds tainted the bloody full moon, blue-gray stones spliced ​​the winding path, and dim lamps brought the only light. The figure on the path in the distance quickly approached the only light. The figure's face gradually became clearer, and the sweat on his face was clearly visible flowing downwards. You can also clearly feel the coldness of the sweat, because as soon as the sweat on your forehead reaches your cheeks, frost has already begun to form. Close, close, the outstretched hands were about to touch the light in an instant, but the eyes on the man's face were bulging, his left hand was retracted to scratch his neck, as if there was something there, and his right hand was stretched forward desperately, just to catch those rays of light. ...