Folded River

The jade stone lies in the darkness. I don't know how many years it has been. It remembers the temperature of the last time it was held by someone, and remembers that the hand was trembling. I remember the last words the person said when he put it down—— Now the surroundings smell of earth and stone, and occasionally groundwater seeps through the cracks. Jade Bi cannot think, but it preserves everything. That's the way it exists: not growth, but memory. It is waiting, although it does not know what it is waiting for. I just vaguely felt that one day, someone's hand would touch it again, At that point, something will awaken.