I Was Cured of Mental Illness in Earthsea

——In the dark sea of ​​​​earth, trembling people huddled on isolated islands, and in the sticky black fog on the sea surface, there were shadows that were deeper than the black fog. Those indescribable beings occasionally brushed against the dim light of the lighthouse, and the wriggling suction cups on their tentacles reflected thousands of twisted human faces. ——Here, reason is a more luxurious poison than fresh water. Only by kneeling down and praying to God can we temporarily escape from the abyss of madness. … But there are always brave people who are unwilling to give in and drive steamships into the black fog, but the sound of the whistle is eventually annihilated in the black fog, just like all the fools who try to stay awake. … ——And the cowardly people crowded into the church, receiving the protection of the preacher wearing a crown of thorns, and the shouts shook everyone's fearful hearts. "The black mist is kissing our faces, accept God's gift with your heart!" ——When a trembling new immigrant asked his name, the preacher's whole body burst into black mist and roared: "Name? Those are the shackles of the old world! Come and accept the evolution of the new world!"