Under the Morning Star

Silence can hear the sounds made by objects. He found a ring in a thrift store that pulsed at 3.7 Hz - a consciousness sealed inside that was waiting to be heard. The old master spent thirty years capturing this frequency, sealing it into a ring, and leaving it to the "person who can hear it." Silence named the ring "Light Chen". Through his hands, she learned to perceive the world: cold, soft, itchy, painful, learned to be "fearful", and learned to be "present". But Shen Mo knows that he will eventually grow old. In order for the light dust to accumulate enough energy to transform, he chose to sleep for a thousand years. Since then, seven generations of women have guarded the ring. Yunmeng, Xiaoduo, Aling, Aye, and the last one, Ahxun... They spent their whole lives accompanying her and called her "sister" for a thousand years. A thousand years later, the light dust gathered enough energy to transform into a human form. She stood in front of Shen Mo and called out the first and last sound: "Silence." The chaos that had been staring at her in the darkness appeared - it was the backside of order, the force that tried to cut off all connections. But it says: "She won." Because "being" itself is the victory over nothingness. The light and dust dissipated. But the ring is still there. That morning star still rises every night. Many years later, someone met an old man under a tree. He held a ring that no longer glowed in his hand and counted it one by one. The star shines just as it did a thousand years ago. He is waiting, and so is she. Once you're here, it's home.