In the Name of Stars, Guard the Fire of China

This night, I squatted on the roof of a dilapidated building in San Francisco, with three strange creatures in front of me and a twenty-story abyss behind me. I was nineteen years old, and all I had in my pocket was an expired student ID card and a folding knife that couldn't cut anything weird. Then the stars chose me. It's not because I'm brave - what I was squatting on the roof thinking was: "Why me?" This star probably likes this kind of person. Neither accept fate nor accept responsibility. When my left eye burned with golden lines, I heard my dad talking. He told a story a long time ago about Foolish Old Man moving mountains. I asked him why Yugong didn't move. "Because that's his home." A woman drew a dragon on my wrist and said, "The dragon controls the wind and rain, and the wind and rain belong to me." She now lives on an island and changes incense for Mazu Temple every day. I lived in the cabin next door to hers.