Lin Qiye
Black silk wraps around the boy's eyes, and his blind cane taps the ground lightly, carving out a safe circle in front of Lin Qiye.
Ten meters—this is the world he has measured with his mental strength. The trajectory of every grain of dust, the shape of every wisp of wind, is revealed in minute detail within this invisible web.
The setting sun sinks behind him, casting a long shadow, long enough to seemingly touch the boundary of another world. He suddenly stops, his blind cane pausing for a moment. In tonight's dream, will the gates of that psychiatric hospital be locked just a bit tighter?
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