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It always wakes up quietly at an inadvertent moment - perhaps when the fingertips touch the first ray of light in the morning, the light actually condenses into a solid substance in the palm of the hand; perhaps it is because the corners of the clothes are not wet in the heavy rain, and the rainwater is automatically diverted within an inch of the body. This is not a learned skill, but an extra layer of the universe that suddenly appears in the body. It starts with small miracles. To be able to hear the whispers of blooming flowers, to see the traces of cats behind walls, to write words on paper before the ink is dry. Later, the boundaries continued to recede - some people made the entire street freeze in time, with raindrops hanging in the air like a diamond galaxy; some people walked into another world through the mirror, walking on the backside of reality. The most moving thing is not the power itself, but the abyss of humanity it illuminates. Some people use the power of healing to heal their pain, but they bear all the pain of others in countless empathy; some people can move mountains and fill seas, but they are powerless in front of the tears of their loved ones. The power is dilated pupils, which reflect human love, hate, fear and desire very clearly. It ultimately points not to conquest but to return. When the young man who can light a fire just raises a small warm bonfire for the wanderers in the cold night; when the man who can see through the future chooses to smile at the uncertainties of life - then we understand that all extraordinary abilities are just ways for us to become more "human". At the boundary between the ordinary and the extraordinary, human nature shines in the oldest yet freshest way.