Burning Embers, Waste That Seals Natural Disasters

From the beginning of creation, the world began to delete content from itself. Those who are erased will not die, but will only become thinner, until they are completely gone, forgotten by the world, with no sense of belonging, and sink into a place called the world of exile. October 18, 2025 The aunt in the cafeteria called "Next" four times. I stood in front of her. She didn't see me. Liu Lei was eating bread. I called him, but he stretched out his hand and didn't push me away. Instead, he put his hand through my wrist. October 22, 2025 At the food festival, a girl in a blue skirt squatted in front of me. She said, "Your scar is moving." She asked me how long I could be seen. Her name was Wen Siyue and she said she would come see me again. Mid-November 2025 My mother left a letter and a compass before she died. She said that the scar on my forehead was a seal, and that I had long been wiped away by the world, but she blocked it for me for seventeen years. She told me to go north and there would be someone waiting for me there. But the compass has no guide, It was pointed squarely at me. My forehead is feeling hot. I went north, not knowing what to expect, but my mom told me to go, and she wouldn't lie to me. She has never lied to me...