Nameless Weight

The sky in the nameless world is like old paper soaked in water, and the figures slowly fade in the gray. Shen Wudu, who copied his life, counted three hundred "days and nights" here. His name faded away little by little, and his weight was lost in his body. The celebrity watcher called the names in the book, and the people whose lives were remembered turned into dust and disappeared; but one day, a girl holding a red string broke in and sewed "memory" as an obsession. Her arrival is not a gift, but a misplaced responsibility: every time her name is spoken, it takes away the presence of others.