Waiting for the Dent

An unfinished waiting turned into a walking cosmological constant on a rainy night. It has no name, no memory, and the position of its head is a vacuum of meaning. It walks around the world at a constant speed, and everything it touches will return to nothingness, except for itself which absolutely exists in the concept of "waiting". The police found a torn old photo in an abandoned house. The moment the fragments of the photo came into contact with its fingertips - time froze. It stopped decaying and turned into an eternal statue, its posture frozen just a short distance away from "about to be touched". And this stillness across time and space, like a pebble thrown into a deep lake of consciousness, began to cause ripples in various worlds: scientists from different dimensions tried to use technology to forge salvation, religious groups glimpsed the same station in collective dreams, and in the main world, an old man suffering from amnesia began to repeatedly draw three lines holding hands on the window... This is a story about how the "unfinished" shapes existence. It explores how when promises are torn apart by cause and effect, when memories are only outlines, how a soul should search for a destination that may no longer be there in its eternal walk. It walks, therefore it exists. It waits, so it never arrives.