Obsession with Hiding Old Things, Crossing the World with One Thought

I opened a second-hand museum, collecting only regrettable old things with obsession. What others see as rubbish is the past that most people hide in their hearts and dare not touch. I am born with the ability to hear old things speak, to hear them express unfinished fate and say unsaid apologies. On a rainy night, a strange woman sent a baby swaddling clothes that had been lying dormant for eighteen years, asking to keep it forever and never take it back. The moment my fingertips touched, I heard the faint cry of a child: Mom, don't throw me away. A secret story of abandonment that spanned two generations, and a search for relatives that had been hidden for forty years. Old things have a spirit, and obsessions persist. I use the shop as a boat to sail through every regret and return home, helping every obsession to be fulfilled. All the debts and misses in the world will eventually wait for their gentle return.