…… Later he did not know how long he had been gone, and the passage of time became increasingly unpredictable, because there was nothing to compare it with.

Everything was repeated in the process of boredom, the only sound of the waves that could be heard in my ears, the only way I was walking, the faint light source hanging overhead, all the foreign objects I could touch brought me the same feeling, it was the feeling of the deep sea that was nothing but loneliness.

Later, he forgot why he was walking on the bridge, perhaps he never knew the answer to this question, but he couldn't help but want to ask someone who knew it as he walked.

It's like he doesn't know where he got to this bridge, and what he did before he gets to this bridge in the future.

The original place of the bridge, and the place he first recognized, took him with only one name.

"Li Zhi".

Anything else was nowhere to be found.

He stopped at the end of the repetition of the wave pattern of the balustrade a thousand and ninety-six times, a number that he did not count, but only by saying it could he prove that the previous large passage could have meaning.

"Why should I go this way?" Standing on the side of the pavement, his hands in his pockets, his nose a little damp - in these cycles, he finally had a different idea of walking.

Immediately turned around and walked back, another journey with no end.

Everything around is still circulating, and no matter how much the scenery changes, it is still the same as it was before.

If there was one thing that gave him a taste of the joy of the revisit, it was that he began to count how many waves there were on the railing—it gave him at least a little comfort and entertainment.

I don't know how long, but he stopped again when he walked towards the unknown end, and began to think about why he wanted to go back, and where was his destination?

No one told him the answer, and an unspeakable answer swirled in his head, vague, sometimes positive, sometimes negative, without a definite answer, and when the owner of the body tried to grasp it, it collapsed.

So Li Zhi, who didn't find an answer, turned his head again, looked at the road he had just turned back, and silently said, "Maybe that direction is the best." ”

He turned around again.

Later, in the fog, there was no trace of him walking.

I don't remember how many times he went back and forth, but when he realized that his world was so big, it was as if a string had broken in his mind, and the world model he had built up in his mind collapsed with a bang.

He lives in the wrong world.

When he thinks that the world is wrong, it is as if everything begins to reject him.

The sea of fog was churning, and the dense fog that had kept a distance from him before seemed to collapse a cover, as if it were a flood, and it was pressed down, leaving him no chance to struggle.

Soon, everything in front of me was blurred, and the rhythm of the waves in my ears gradually became chaotic, reorganizing into an indescribable sound.

In all known human societies, he finally had memories that did not belong to the dream, and at that moment, he found the sound that best fits it—the sound of "Didi", which has passed the ordinary test.

There is only one voice, but it is constantly staggered and combined, and in the end, it becomes a poem.

It is a beautiful psalm that no living creature in this world can hear.

But it's wordless.

That is also "Li Zhi"'s last impression of the world.

The last thing that enveloped him was a white light, which was carrying him out of this world.

There is no sun and moon in eternity, and the creation of the world may be carried out in the process of pure white to black, pure black to white.

The memories he had remembered before that did not belong in this dream had disappeared again.

Everything around is shrouded in a thick fog.

When he gradually came to his senses and wondered where he was.

A thick fog cleared around him, at least giving him some distance to see.

It's a bridge.

A bridge over the sea.

I heard the sound of the waves in my ears.

…… This is not right.

He told himself this, and an inexplicable anxious mood appeared.

Reason told him he was going to get out of this strange place quickly.

So he put his hand in his pocket, spat out a mouthful of vapor, and walked forward quickly.

When he is conscious, he is facing that direction, so he has no extra thoughts to move forward, even if he does not know what the road ahead is.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the passenger, who could never find the end, sat cross-legged on the ground, folded his hands and sighed inside.

Why does he feel colder and colder?

He did not find out that he was resting...... Or long before he rested, the road under his feet began to spin.

It wasn't in a way he could visually observe, and even if his feet were on the ground, there was still nothing to make him suspicious.

Maybe it's an overnight shift, but it's more likely a rule of the world.

It has to give the world some fun to discover, no matter how brutal it can be when the curtain is lifted.

Maybe when the cloth is lifted, the meaning of this world will end.

But now the only creature is walking at a brisk pace in ignorance.

Perhaps because of the changes from the previous bridge, the humans who walked forward all day did not notice the passage of time.

He went through his life like this, from a young man in his twenties, to more than forty years, and finally died in his sixties, on the bridge.

Then another "Li Zhi" stood again where he died and began to wonder where he was now?

He was on the bridge with the sound of the waves in his ears.

"Anyone?" Blocked by the thick fog, he couldn't see too far, tilted his head sideways, looked back and forth, and asked questions into the air.

When no one answered him, he felt strange and walked forward unconsciously.

This is another "Li Zhi" who died on the bridge.

died one after another, and became another "Li Zhi", with different moods, walking the same path.

Who would have thought that he was walking on a bridge that resembled a "Möbius ring" among humans when he knew nothing but his own name, and even had a limited line of sight to look out?

Later, I don't know how many Li Zhi completed the course of his life.

Until the appearance of a "madman".

The madman didn't go far ahead, his expression was mysterious, and he made a mocking ...... at the road ahead Laughing and not smiling, not like anything, then climbed over the railing and jumped towards the sea outside the bridge.

Without any accident, he fell into the water and gradually sank.

Even in the sea, the fog that obscures itself into the distance is still there, and there is still no living thing in the sea.

This sea seems to have no bottom.

He also forgot how long he had been sinking.

As if because of its own sinking, the world is constantly generating the deep sea that it is about to fall into.

This never-ending fall is no different from walking on a bridge.

When there is nothing to do, some people will choose to recall their lives, and when they feel tired from memories, "Li Zhi" closes his eyes.

At the same time, an orange cat, which was not in the dream, twitched and opened its eyes.

It may ...... Have a nightmare?