"Meow~~" A gentle cat meow, I woke up instantly as if I was possessed by a soul.

"What's going on? What happened? "I found myself standing in front of a mirror, sorting out, and the gray T-shirt still had the black horse on it; Blue jeans with freshly groomed hair. I turned around and ran to the window, what the hell was wrong with me, I tried to confirm where I was.

Outside the window, the morning sun was orange, the sky was still clear, the clouds were floating in the distant sky, the pigeons on the roof began to circle around the house in the distance, and the wind was blowing my hair again. At the side of my legs, the cat meekly rubbed back and forth on the leg of my pants.

I suddenly realized that something was wrong, wasn't I supposed to be on the plane to the Maldives? I fumbled in my pocket, there was no phone. I ran to my room, took out my phone, and the display screen read: Today is Wednesday, August 16, 2017, and it is sunny. Time: 7:58 a.m.

I tried to recall everything, I was on a plane to the Maldives yesterday morning and I hadn't reached my destination, and then I showed up at home, and there was no cell phone ringing, no Xiao Qi calling. I didn't wake up from my bed, I realized I existed when I was looking in the mirror and getting dressed. The view from the window remained the same, but it was 7:58 a.m., and I probably woke up just a few minutes earlier.

All I remember about the last August 16 is the clear blue sky and the endless sea of clouds on the plane, yes, and the shrill sound that came from nowhere. I didn't arrive in the Maldives, I probably didn't even have even flown out of City C before I lost consciousness, and when I woke up again, it was almost half an hour later than the previous August 16.

What the hell is going on? I started to panic and I could feel the tremors inside.

I'm not really locked up, I'm not the center of this world, I'm not eternal, I'm just a prisoner. I'm starting to wonder if someone is behind this, and if I'm going to be a guinea pig in someone else's experiments. I thought I would have eternal life on August 16 and the world would restart for me over and over again, but I seemed wrong. I realized that I couldn't even get out of City C.

This may not be a time cage, the limitations of time may correspond to the limitations of space. Could this be a space-time cage?

I can't even get out of City C? I was locked up in City C on August 16th? My legs went a little limp, and I gradually couldn't stand, and I collapsed on the bed. There was only one extinguished lamp on the ceiling, just like my dashed hope. Outside the window, you can still hear the rhythmic calls of pigeons in the distance, the daylight is fading its glorious color, and the world is beginning to be enveloped in a huge web of terrifying white light. I seem to be the only fish in this huge net, thinking that this is my world, but I don't know that I am just a fish on a cutting board.

I began to feel extremely restless and frightened. The worldview I've built up for so long has collapsed, and I'm a poor prisoner of space. I will never see my family again, I will never be able to leave this cookie-cutter city again, and the more serious problem is that I don't know what kind of secret is hidden behind it. I don't even know why this is happening, why I'm the only prisoner on this plane.

I lived an ordinary and ordinary life, and on an ordinary day, I became the most miserable person in this small city. I may have become someone else's guinea pig or a toy, maybe all the people in this city are just a phantom in my eyes, I can die at any time, no one will remember me, I am not eternal, I may be just a puppet in the hands of others.

Why? What's going on? How did all this happen? Why me?

Tens of thousands of questions came through my mind, and I thought back to the whole thing, but I couldn't imagine anything other than the purple meteor. Could it really be the purple meteor that brought me this disaster? I didn't even see it in person.

Am I being controlled by aliens? While I was asleep, aliens in purple spaceships took me away, then put my brain into a vat full of nerve wires, simulating the day of August 16th in the city with unimaginable high technology. Then they woke me up and sat in front of the TV eating popcorn and Coke brought by the Earth to watch a farce I put on for them. But I thought that God had favored me, and I was even glad and proud of it.

All sorts of incredible ideas floated through my head, but no amount of incredible explanations could bring me a realistic answer. The reality is, I don't know anything about my situation.

What should I do now? Should I find a way to get out of here? Or do you resign yourself to it? Presumptuous self, living without heart and lungs, and living this life that no one knows when it will end? Say goodbye to my family and friends and relatives, to all the people who know me, to the people I know? Because I don't know at what point I'm going to be gone. Live a peaceful life as before, accept all this peacefully, just like me in the past, and greet the death that will eventually come with ordinariness?

I don't know what I'm going to do, do I have any hope of escaping here? Or maybe I didn't need to flee here, and I would still be the only one here, the eternal day of August 16th in City C?

The air was getting hot, and it was noon. I struggled to toss and turn, ignoring all outside information.

I still choose to flee, to break free from all this, to escape from here before the Last Judgment comes.

Maybe I just fell asleep on the plane last time, or maybe maybe the sky has a limit and I should escape from the land.

I turned on the computer and bought a high-speed rail ticket home without thinking, I can't wait to break through all this, I can't wait to return to my hometown, to return to the arms of my parents, to return to the peace that I have never had again.

The whistle of the "~~~~~" train broke my contemplation, and I couldn't calm down as I looked out the window at the receding scenery.

The high-speed train can reach speeds of up to 250 kilometers per hour, and at this speed, all the scenery in the back will be blurred, and only the distance remains clear, and through the blurred phantom, I can still see the empty sky in the distance.

"There is nothing in the sky, why give me comfort."

In a trance, I was awakened by a voice from the other side. I turned my head, and there was an uncle with gray temples, some loose hair, a big old glasses, a somewhat long beard, and he looked to be in his fifties.

"Whose poem is this?" I asked him.

He turned his gaze to look at me and whispered to me, "Haizi." ”

"I've heard this poem, why do you read it?" I asked him.

He smiled softly, looked out the window, and then said, "Look at the sky in the distance, so vast, but there is not even a bird; You look at you and me again, but we are staring at the sky like this in a daze. ”

"The sky is boundless, encompassing the whole world, how can it be said that he has nothing?" I asked him.

"It's not the sky that has nothing, it's you and me." He said with a smile.

"And who's comforting us?" I then asked.

"It's not the sky that comforts you, it's ourselves." He lifted his glasses and smiled.

"You're like a poet." I said to him.

"I'm not a poet, I'm just a traveler on my way home, I'm just singing other people's poems." He smiled, then picked up the empty glass on the table, got up and left, presumably to fetch water.

"You come from afar, and I go afar. A long way to pass through here. There is nothing in the sky, why give me comfort. I looked out the window again, remembering the verses Ami had spoken that day.

Whether the all-encompassing sky of the universe can really comfort me; Or maybe for a visitor from a foreign land, the sky with nothing can bring me peace.

I looked at the illusory light and shadow outside the window, as if it were a shuttle in time and space. Gradually, my eyes began to blur, my thoughts began to dissipate, and I slowly lost consciousness and my eyes fell into darkness with the sound of the train horn and the rhythmic sound of the tracks.

Escaping seemed to be far more difficult than I thought.