Chapter-12

Stillness comes with a past

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Against all the destiny and humming, I am lost in the whereabouts and feel like I am not good enough, not good enough to be the oblivion one, not good enough to meet the precepts, not wise enough to build the castle alone, not good enough to run wild in the jungle. However, maybe in the same farthest corner, I don't see the star listening in the sky, I see it deteriorating the whole heart in a thousand glimpses.

He was walking, taking long steps, his hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were broad, and there was a frown on his face, and of course, with too much pride he was making himself more amiable than he was.

I have not studied the pattern of generosity before, not the signs of pilgrims I have ever looked but peeking the night in him is the most frightening thing.

I have seen his eyes turning black from white.

How is a human supposed to do that?

He called my name over and over again as if he was on a nev