The Seventh Lampkeeper

Gray fog floods the world, and illusion feeds on emotions. My destiny was carved in my womb, and half a candy wrapper was hidden on my left arm. I became the seventh night watchman. A bronze lamp only illuminates three steps ahead. A sugar-paper debt bears the joys and sorrows of half a life. Debt collection is not about extortion, it is about connection. The new moon is returning, the gray mist is swallowing the Lord, and every interest payment is dragging me towards the abyss. The ancients said that the night watchmen will eventually turn into stone pillars. I want to see, under this festering world, Is it the debt that has locked me up, or am I in charge of the debt? The carving in the womb is like a night watchman, and the candy paper on the left arm swallows the emotions of the world.