Extra three: the end

Once, I had nothing.

Except for clinging to the last bit of light that existed in the darkness, because it was the first light I saw when I entered the darkness, so I gave everything to it, whether it was pain or sorrow, as long as I could move and think, I would never look away or blink. Writing, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Because even if it's just for a moment, I can't stand the feeling of not seeing that light.

Keep walking, keep exploring, just to walk in that distant direction.

The hideousness of the night, the road where I could not see anything, and the traps that filled it with were things that would make me daunted just thinking about them, and they became obstacles that would never disappear in my path.

The gentle breeze began to stop being gentle and turned into a bitter cold wind. Insects that used to sing in the dark have become monsters that only roar at me and make oozing roars. Even the footsteps that have accompanied me from the beginning are like being shackled at this time, and they are heavy with pain.

Everything became enemies, yes, everything but me and that light became enemies.

But so what?

I will not be afraid or run away, because, except chasing, I have nothing. That's right, at that time, I had nothing, which was my most powerful weapon, and if I didn't have anything, I wouldn't lose anything, and I wouldn't be afraid or run away.

Therefore, I used to walk alone in the dark, and I am the strongest.

I may fail, I may be buried in the darkness in the chase, I will be forgotten and rejected, but I can puff up my chest and shout loudly in this empty night - I will never hesitate, every step I take is so confident and determined, I never look back, I never think of backing back.

Because I know that every step I take will be one step closer to that ethereal goal, even if I don't know the rest of the distance, it doesn't matter, as long as I keep walking, even if I can't reach it, I won't lose anything.

The obstacles on the road made me accustomed to the taste of facing failure, the pain in my body made me accustomed to the feeling of hurting, and the darkness strengthened my mind to learn to be alone in this world where there is nothing.

However,

It was as if I had strayed into another world - there was a light left behind by someone, small and flickering with the cold wind, and still standing in the darkness without extinguishing it despite the full strength of the monsters that existed in the darkness that were howling to devour everything.

With the small, dying lights around me, I could see the traps and thorns on the road, and at the same time the warm light made the cold wind no longer so unstoppable, and from then on, my steps seemed to be full of power, and the heaviness began to lighten, and although the pain was still there, it would not increase.

Because, now that you can see the way, you can use this to deftly bypass the traps.

The cries of the monsters that lurked in the darkness didn't seem to be so loud anymore, because even a little light was enough to drive them away.

Everything seems to have returned to calm.

But I found that after the light appeared, the straight line I had been walking had become an irregular curve, and I had taken many extra paths to avoid the trap. And the speed also slowed down, slower than at the beginning, because I was afraid that the light would go out because it was too fast

"That's not going to work," I began to remind myself over and over again.

If I can't go straight, won't the distance become even farther away? Looking at the unchanging glimmer of light in the distance, I made up my mind - throwing it down will make me faster.

And, in order to make up for the distance I had left behind, I chose to run.

Running wild in the cold and dark night again.

I got up when I tripped and got up, struggled when I got entangled, covered my ears to get out of the chilling roars, let the pain and cold rage on my body, and just stared at the ethereal light with my eyes. I can give everything for it! Just get there, it's all worth it.

But, I will eventually fall, because I am a human being, even if my spirit is strong enough, but I am flesh and blood, I will still fall. On this dark road full of traps, because it was these things that were eating away at my body little by little, the cold wind made me stiff, and those pervasive and terrifying roars began to tear my spirit apart as my body became weak.

So, I fell.

Unable to take another step forward, he threw himself down like a rotten log, and raised his head with all his strength—at least, before falling into eternal sleep.

- I saw it, but I couldn't touch it. If you stretch out your hand, you can only be overwhelmed by the darkness.

"This is the end", laughed self-deprecatingly, ready to accept the fact that it was all over.

-- And yet, it reappeared.

The small and warm lamp appeared quietly, and was gently placed in the palm of the hand stretched forward by a figure, and then the figure flickered away, as if it merged with the night.

Everything returned to tranquility - the cold wind and roaring came to an abrupt end, and the warm temperature allowed me to take back control of my body, and carefully dragged it in front of my eyes.... What a small lamp... The only place that can be illuminated is probably my surroundings... But it's very reassuring, at this moment.

After a short break, I was ready to put it where it was and set off.

But this time, I stopped where I was.

Suddenly, a question arose in my heart—could that unreachable light be brighter than this lamp?

The light in the distance is also so small, almost like the lamp in my hand, no matter how forward it is, it does not change at all. Maybe it's not close enough. Maybe I'm not walking enough distance, but at this point...

I already have something like that light. Even, better than that.

When I set off again, I was no longer running towards that distant place, but slowly left an irregular footprint with it.

Because, I don't want to lose.

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If we think of that ethereal light as "hope", then "light" is hope above hope.

A "hope" that can turn "hope" into reality.

Because of this, I am even more reluctant to think about it, afraid... It's all a dream, and when you wake up at a certain moment, it will disappear in front of your eyes.

The figure I can't reach is probably just that.

And the one who gives all this, whether it is hope or hope above this, is you, O under the snow.

It's always been so far away and unsearchable, but it's everywhere around me.

So, is it okay for me to indulge in such dreams again?

Until I can finally find that light with a lamp,

By that time,

I'll say yes to anything.