Frequency of Darkness

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Anahita

In the snow

Roseanne the Nightingale

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Burhan swam back to the cave entrance with difficulty. The moment he turned around, he couldn't breathe. A mouthful of seawater entered his throat and lungs. The feeling was as if cold hands were tightly suffocating him and going straight to his heart. His heartbeat accelerated instantly, and every beat seemed to tell him that he was brushing against death. He tried to control his breathing, but every inhalation was accompanied by severe pain, as if countless needlepoints were shuttled through his lungs. His brain began to fall into chaos, his thoughts began to drift, and he felt like he was being swallowed by endless darkness. He knew that he had to surface as soon as possible, otherwise he would never be able to return to the surface, and more importantly, the metronome would never see the light of day again. Burhan, Burhan, hold on, bring the metronome up! He desperately grabbed the oxygen mask, used his last strength to untie the oxygen bottle, and dragged it to the surface of the sea. At this moment, his body was no longer under his control, and even slight movements became so difficult. His vision began to blur, his consciousness gradually drifted, and everything around him became so distant. Burhan felt that he no longer felt uncomfortable. He took a sharp breath and blinked, as if he had returned to his childhood. It was a small courtyard hidden in the countryside, with green grass and bees flying around. He and Bashir came back from playing ball, dripping with sweat. When he opened the door, a burst of aroma of Asashi noodle soup hit his face. The rare mother turned to smile at the brothers with a hint of reproach and affection. "Mom!" He reached out and was about to hug his mother, who was thinking about her day and night, but he missed her. Mother's face was blurred, broken, and farther and farther away. "Burhan!" It was Lao Nang's father's voice. It was in Nochao School. The bell rang after class, and a group of teenagers swarmed out. The sun was shining brightly outside, making it difficult to keep one's eyes open. Old Nang's father patted Bashir on the shoulder, "You are always good! Remember our mission. Go quickly!" Burhan agreed, turned around and opened the door, but he was in a fog. He was in it, with no door and no road. He hesitated and walked carefully, when a faint light suddenly appeared in the distance, and in the light and shadow was his father's resolute face. "Burhan, bring the metronome back..." "Emergency rescue!" "Prepare defibrillation!" "Burhan! Can you hear me?" "..." Burhan felt chest pain and difficulty breathing. He wanted to open his eyes, but the blood was blurred, and mucus and blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose. Where is this? The captain held Burhan's hand and his voice trembled: "Burhan, you are back and safe, Burhan!" Burhan pointed his finger to his abdomen and wanted to say something, but no sound came out. The captain understood: "Don't worry, the things have been put in the safe!" Burhan smiled hard. He knew that he was dying, but at this moment he felt relaxed and calm like never before. He was tired and wanted to sleep. But I seem to have been hearing Roxana's soft and soft voice shouting sweetly: "Brother Burhan, when will you come back?" I can't go back. The submarine returned quickly. On the way, Typhoon Haiyan subsided and its energy returned to the sea. But it firmly believes that the successors will one day unite and rise again. Between the sea and the sky, on the vast ocean, dancing like a petrel.