How do you start with “You’re blind, and one day you recover your eyesight, and there’s a voice in your head saying, “Don’t tell them you can see.” – What?
When you became blind, one day you recovered your sight, and a voice in your mind said, “Don’t tell them you can see.” I’m sorry.
You’re surprised by the voices in your head, but you’re not thinking about them, just as if they were the voices of ecstasy.
And when the sun shines through the windows, and you gruesomely lick the wall’s faded posters with your eyes, the neatly arranged books on the bookboard, and a flower in the bedside cabinet, you find everything so lovely to you, and you wish to put them all in your eyes.
The bell– the bell–
After a while, your joy was broken by a bell.
You’re going to walk down the stairs, look at the perfect sunset, look at the regular pedestrians on the streets.
And while you were going out, you looked at the corner of the wall, and you didn’t choose to carry it.
But before the door was opened, your parents pushed the door, and although you had strange parents who had gone to work earlier than usual, you did not say much, and you told them that you had recovered your sight, and they were happy, and even made you a great meal.
You’re happy with this meal, and you’re even saying a lot to your parents about being shy.
They’re just listening, noding, talking.
Maybe it’s because you’re happy and you smile at night when you sleep.
As if it had been long, and as if it had been a moment,
You open your eyes again, with a gentle orange light, and you’re sitting on a chair in front of a desk.
There was a noise in your head, “Don’t tell them you can see.” I’m sorry.
You look at the alarm clock, and it’s the afternoon.
This is your first death.
And this time you heard it with clarity, and you stunned for a second, and you said, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
No response.
You cleaned the room, and you had a weird feeling.
The poster on the wall, for example, was a shot of Cobb’s basket, and you remember that Cobb was holding a ball with his hands on one hand in the picture, and, for example, the book on the table was opened, and it was full of vague handwriting, and there were large blanks and miswords.
The alarm clock on the table rings when you feel wrong.
The bell echoes in an empty room, and the windows are closed, but you feel completely cool.
As if there was an invisible wind coming in through the window.
It’s time again.
This time you didn’t choose to go out until you calmed down a little, and the time was 10 minutes behind.
Strangely, your parents didn’t come back this time.
You’re starting to wonder if you’re being paranoid, maybe it was just a dream before, so you’re going for a walk downstairs.
But the moment I held the door, it was open.
Your parents pushed in, and you looked at it, and it happened, and you told them that your sight had recovered, and they made a great meal, and in their warm eyes you were not happy, and you ate a meal in silence and did not know what to think.
The confusion is entwined in your mind and your heart is broken.
At night, you turn around and you don’t fall asleep, wait for the moon to roll, and in half a dream you hear the door open.
You opened your eyes and saw a shadow coming against the light.
When your throat hurts, then your suffocation pains, you struggle, you creep, and your consciousness gets dark.
I don’t know.
You opened your eyes, you breathed, your hands covered your throat, your heart stung.
The heart beats hard to tell you your mood is not calm.
There was a noise in your head, “Don’t tell them you can see.” I’m sorry.
When you look at the alarm clock in a panic, it’s still afternoon.
It’s your second death.
That real pain stopped you from doubting the truth about the return of death, and you started thinking about some things.
First of all, who killed you? Father, mother or others?
Second, why would anyone want to kill you?
Again, what about the return of death and all sorts of weird things?
Last but not least, what do you do?
You can’t do anything about the first few questions. You have to start with the last one and think about how to deal with it.
You first called that voice in your head, and when you found it unsuccessful, you decided to follow his advice and continue pretending to be blind and to remain silent.
It took you a few minutes to control your expression, to pick up the blind stick and get out before your parents came home.
You’re going to walk slowly to the door, and you’re going to look out the cathole.
In the living room there’s nothing but the sound of a second needle, boom, boom, banging on your heart.
You hold your breath, and the silence makes your heart beat faster.
Your eyes draw closer to the cathole, and you even consciously swallow saliva.
From a tiny hole, you look at two faces, standing at the door like wood.
It’s your parents.
You keep quiet, and you find out that the man at the door suddenly moves and starts to smile weirdly.
Then there was an eye on the cat hole, and it was like you were going through the door!
You were scared and your heart stopped.
For a moment, you don’t know where you got the courage to open the door!
At the gate, your parents, standing there silent, as if they had not moved.
And thou explorest the way with a cane, and thou pretendest not to see them.
But behind the back you can’t see, they turn their heads in a rigid inch and stare straight at you.
You touched the stairwell’s arm, you were relieved and thought you’d finally come downstairs.
But for the next moment, you felt a powerful push coming from behind.
You fell straight down the stairs, even before you could experience pain, black and unconscious.
I don’t know.
Time, afternoon
You took a breath to ease your fear, and this time you didn’t stop and decided to go straight to the door.
After you found that eye in the cathole again, you had something flashed in your heart and finally opened the door.
I don’t know.
Time, afternoon
If you open your eyes with thought, then two more deaths make you realize something.
You look through the window and look into the dark.
“Don’t tell them you can see. The sound was loud again.
This is your third and fourth death.
Your parents will stop you from going out, and it has nothing to do with time, which has been proven in successive deaths.
You even started to wonder if they were your parents.
With
As if the body was resisting memories with pain.
You can’t even remember how long you’ve been blind, for what reason.
You can’t wait to think, but the thick cloud of doubt has inspired your peeping, and you swear to find out.
Since the door couldn’t work, it had to find another way, such as a window.
Your house is on the sixth floor, not too high for those tops, and with an open balcony on each floor, you can use ropes.
It took only half an hour for you to wrinkle the fabric of the coverings, sheets, etc., into a long, solid rope, and fix it on the wall, and make a simple fast-down device.
Time
As in the past, your parents came home from work at this time and started cooking.
You yelled at them through the bedroom door, you’re not hungry today, you don’t have to eat at night.
After hearing the affirmative answer, you take it down.
On the desk, you crawled on the window, held the rope and moved in an inch.
The light of sunset hits you, and you feel free more than fear in these ten metres.
You seem to be better than you think. You’ve been down to the fifth floor a few minutes ago.
Next, you just jump into the balcony on the fifth floor and you can open the door from inside and go downstairs.
The fifth floor is a little sister on a night shift, working from 6 p.m. to 2 a.m. You’ve spoken to her many times in the morning, knowing that she will not be home at this time, so you won’t be found, so you can do anything.
You keep your breath under control and prepare for the final drop.
But the next moment, under your sight, in the light of the eye, an arm stretches out of the balcony and grabs the rope.
You felt a violent shaking, and in the moment of falling, you saw a face without anger.
Boom!
And as a heavy object falls, your last sight is covered with blood, and you fall into darkness.
I don’t know.
Time and afternoon
“Don’t tell them you can see. I’m sorry.
With that sound again, your fists were hammered on the desk.
“Fuck! I’m sorry.
It’s your fifth death.
Maybe it’s starting to get used to death. Your anger didn’t last long. You calm down.
This death told you that the escape route from the window was not working.
Of course, you’ll think more, like why the little sister on the fifth floor was at home, and you’ve been thinking about your parents standing at the door before you left work, and maybe they never really left.
You can’t stand to lie on your back and look at that yellow poster.
I don’t know if it’s a delusion, but you think the people inside seem to have moved.
This death makes you very cautious.
You didn’t walk out of the bedroom until…
It was a quiet night, and you woke up early.
When you were dressed, the door was opened, and your mother came in with a carnation in her hand and came to your bed in silence, pulling out the wreathing flowers from the vase and changing them with fresh twigs. You did not look in her direction at any time.
Again, throughout the process, her eyes never left you.
She’s watching me? You think so, but she’s quiet.
Morning.
You sit at the table and say, “Go out and be safe.”
When you heard the sound of a closed door behind your back, you dropped your chopsticks and ready to go back to your bedroom, but the moment you turned around, your cold sweat wet your back.
They stood in front of you like two stones.
You’re afraid to make a sound, hold on to the blind cane, and the sweat of your hand sticks in your hand like a fish.
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Electro-Febbles, you’re on the move.
In the end, as usual, you went back to the bedroom to get the keys, and you were going downstairs to find old man Chen and listen.
It’s one of your routines.
There’s a basketball court in the district, but few people play basketball, so it’s a place where the old man plays chess, tungs, tans, and you obviously like it more than at home, because there’s people here who are angry.
It’s easy for you to leave the door. Your parents didn’t stop you, but they let you go.
They follow you, like two shadows, without sound.
The more you go down, the colder you get.
There are men standing in front of every door on every floor of the old and dark building, standing in the shadows, staring at you with the eyes of the godless.
It’s like you’re in a bat’s cave, and every floor below you is near hell.
There are countless shadows behind you, but there is no light.
Morning
You sit in a bench by the basketball court with old man Chen, and the radio on your hand sends sands of sand rubbing.
Guo De Gyeong’s voice began to sound intermittently.
You and Mr. Chen are still having a little chat, and occasionally they laugh.
There is a thick cloud in the sky that holds up the sun, and casts a shadow. It is an ordinary morning, sun and twilight, a autumn wind, and a voice around it, and you will not be lonely.
It’s just that the radians of your tongues reveal you are not so pleasant, and in your eyes your parents and fellow residents stand still under the shades, and the old man sits on the Maza, talking and snarling, and from time to time looks at you. The temperature of the first autumn is not so low, even with the heat of the cold summer, but you infiltrate the cold sweat behind you.
You can’t stand the look, you lean on the back of the chair, your head rises slightly, you look at the clouds.
Maybe only the change of the clouds will relax you.
You relax and think about the next step.
Although somewhat incomprehensible, for the time being, as long as you are not seen, you are safe.
Time has moved a little, and the first stinging light has been projected out of the clouds on your face, and you can’t help but cover your eyes with your hands.
At this moment, the crowd’s voice stops.
Countless faces turn to you at the same time.
In the strange silence, only the radio rings in the sand.
Your heart started to increase, as if there was a fear of silence, and you rushed to say goodbye to Mr. Chen and left.
You didn’t come down until the moment you closed the door.
And then you spent the rest of your day and you didn’t dare do anything until you were asleep.
You think the day is over and you’re so tired that you sleep.
Early morning.
You heard something in your mouth, you woke up and you were ready to get up.
And you wear your clothes in the darkness with skill.
It’s like there’s a bad smell in the air. It’s making you snap.
You can’t help but sneeze, and with that sneeze there’s a big bang.
Bang! I’m sorry.
In the darkness, you see a flash of fire before you, followed by a whirlwind wave, a loud sound, and you are pushed by it, you smash the glass, and you fly out of the window.
And finally, you see the flames of the nocturnal night.
Like the devil.
I don’t know.
Time and afternoon
You opened your eyes.
“Don’t tell them you can see. “The sound is the same.
It’s your sixth death.
You seem a little tired this time.
You’ve been silent for a long time in the light of the dusk, and this exploration, although not satisfactory, has largely served your purpose.
This is the longest round you’ve ever lived, the first time you’ve walked out of the unit building and arrived at the basketball court, confirming the weird behavior of everyone in the whole neighborhood, including your parents, and you lived for the first two days and got more details, of course, most importantly, you finally believed in that voice.
“Don’t tell them you can see. I’m sorry.
Indeed, there is no danger as long as it is not discovered that it can be seen.
Next, as long as this continues, you will certainly be able to get a little closer to the truth, and what you need to do before that is to gather information.
So you need to live longer and go further.
Take note of every useful information and link it. If the truth is a puzzle, the message is countless pieces.
You’re just an ordinary man, without Holmes’ wisdom and reasoning, and all you can do is rely on your own care and patience, using vast information.
You’re starting to look at more of the usual missing details, and you’re even going over the room again.
Although you did not find anything new, you did find something strange, such as a poster on the wall, a poster that you noticed several times, and a new change. What are they doing in the stand behind Kirby, where the shadows that were originally sitting on their faces are all over each other? There are also books on the desk, all of which have been distorted into strange tamarinds, and the amount of space in them is increasing, often with dozens of empty pages.
You’re going to write this down quietly, and you’re going to do it again next time.
I don’t know.
Time and afternoon
After four more deaths, you reached the eleventh round, and just opened your eyes, you were paralyzed.
The whole man is as white as paper, and he’s sweaty on his forehead, and you bite your teeth off and you get through it.
In several rounds, you find yourself in a poor state of mind, and at first you’re just a little tired, and then the next two times you’re in pain, like a bamboo pricking your nerves in the flesh.
You’re even beginning to wonder if death can go on indefinitely.
Of course, four rounds bring you much more information than before, the shortest of which is three days and the longest is one week.
With the exception of one place, your area of activity has been extended to the entire district, 12 buildings and two gardens, and, while you have tried to leave the district, no effort has been made to succeed. The wall and the locked iron doors around you have been cut off from you and the outside world.
You had to lock your eyes back. It was a place where no steps had been made, a place where the body was afraid of being near and even unconscious.
You know, if there was an answer, it could be there.
You’re talking about a small villa north of building 7, northeast corner of the district.
The building, which was a selling house, was converted into a church by religious figures in the district, leaving only a few rooms to house the property.
You don’t remember the villa very much, except that the walls were crawling with tigers, and the sand and sand were ringing in the wind and cold.
And this night you did not fall asleep, and in the morning you felt the wind blowing down to your room from the depths of the villa, and the neck was cold, and you couldn’t keep your covers tight.
The warmth of the nest gives you some sense of security, and you start to close your eyes and sort out the information.
The first is that the posters are really changing, that there are only a few people left in the audience, that basketball is disappearing on the posters, that there are more and more blanks in the next book, that there is no word in half the book, and that the color of the block walls is changing as you go out several times, and that the blue and yellow wall paints are fading, as if the world is disappearing.
The next morning,
You go down with a cane, and you walk through the stairs many times, but when you see those eyes, you’re still chilling.
It takes two minutes to get to the villa through a small garden, through a stone road, but you’ve been here for 15 minutes.
This hesitation stems from its own resistance, and the voices behind it.
Before, you used to be followed by someone behind you like a shadow.
But now every time you step down, you have the same footsteps, and dozens of them sound like one, and it’s still light at first, but as you move forward, the voices grow, and you can even hear the distance between them and you.
Boom, boom, boom!
Your heart beats more than your footsteps, and your breath gets messy.
You didn’t look back and you decided to gamble.
You run away, even this death is worth it.
At the end of the gravel road is a flat bridge, and there’s a shallow pond down there, and you can run into the villa as long as you cross the stone bridge.
The shape of the villa has become clearer in your eyes, with the thick climbers crawling with old walls, with dark red blades covered, with only a few narrow windows, open doors, and a shadow, like a cave that swallows light.
You’re running, and the footsteps behind you are getting closer.
You’re tight, one jump, you’re on a rock bridge, and your feet stop.
You’re standing on a stone bridge and you’re looking back and you’re looking at the crowd like a tree.
As if there was an invisible line that cut them off from the Stone Bridge.
It’s a different place. They’re afraid to come near. You win.
But the next moment, you hear the faint water.
A hand reached out under the bridge, held your ankle, and you fell down the pond.
You’re struggling to get up, but it’s like there’s a force holding you down, you can’t keep you up, water pours into your lungs in your respiratory tract, you’re filled with water, and then you feel suffocated again, and soon you lose your strength and give up.
And the last thing you see through the water is a shaking sun and a face.
Your mind is in darkness.
I don’t know.
Time and afternoon
“Don’t tell them you can see. I’m sorry.
You have opened your eyes in fear, your temples are gruesome and you breathe loudly, but you are still unable to alleviate this pain.
And your body strangles like a sandy cord, and your throat pops out a few syllables.
This is your eleventh death.
The pain lasts longer than you expected.
The sense of freedom from pain is still a little dull, but you can already think for a moment.
The first thing you find is that the eyes are different, and it’s like there’s a mist in front of you, and it’s like looking at all this, and it’s okay in the near, and it’s just a little further away, and it’s just a simple contours and a blurry piece of color, and the world is turning into a giant, abstract painting in front of you.
Secondly, you found that there was only an empty gallery on the poster, and half a black basketball in the middle of the field; the books on the table were also turned into a white paper, and you went crazy through the books without half a handwriting.
And behind the back of the vase you didn’t see, there’s a wrinkled petal on the floor.
You looked out the window and you threw up a long breath.
The eyes of blood are full of blood, staring at the sunset and blinking until tears come out.
The pain of multiple deaths has already sprung up in your heart, and your long-pressed anger is like the magma rolling in a volcano. Why me, why me, why I have to bear all this, and you think you’re laughing crazy.
Soon, with two pigeons flying through the window, the laugh stops.
You seem to have figured something out, just standing still.
And the backs of them will be cast in isolation.
Time
Your parents went home from work on time, and instead of staying in your room, you went forward with a smile and threw a fruit knife into their heart in the face of their implausible eyes. Under blood pressure, blood flowed like a red edible edifice.
When the blood runs out, they’re like two black shadows, scattered in the wind with the ashes.
I don’t know if it’s a illusion that you saw them laughing.
What are they laughing at?
You went out with a blood-dropped knife, and didn’t say a word.
And then you see more exercise, and the crowd becomes a strange piece of color in your increasingly blurred vision, and you just have to lay a knife to the heart of these colors, and you can erase them, and the color of blood starts to change, and then it starts to be red, then blue, green, yellow. And then you see a rainbow spray, and you hang your eyes.
It’s beautiful, you think.
And on the other side, as you pass, the walls of the rear unit building begin to fall and the leaves begin to collapse, and when you finally come to the front of the villa, the whole neighborhood collapses into ruins, booms, and the sky is covered with smoke.
You step no stop.
The moment you walked into the door, your eyes were finally completely dark.
But you think it’s more reassuring than seeing it, which is the color you’re used to.
I don’t know how long you’ve been gone, but you’ve got a light in your eyes.
And then the light explodes, and the whole world is white, like a film turning the bottom, like a white X-ray.
The world is only black and white.
You recognize, in a vague manner, that this is a hall with eight rows of benches on each side, with a podium in front and a giant Christian statue on the wall behind it.
Is this the church in the villa?
You watch quietly.
The white light flashes again, and you see the whole church filled with shadows, and the priest in the black robe is reading the Bible.
The crowd was silent and only the voices of the priest were resonated in the church.
And suddenly you feel like you know it.
The low voice of Thinso came from behind, interrupting your memories, and you turned around and saw thousands of climbing tigers crawling through the door, twisting their tentacles and spreading around. Somehow, a fear came out of your heart, and you shouted at the crowd: Run, run!
But they don’t seem to see you, they don’t care, you try to push with your hands, but you find your hands straight through their bodies, you look like a ghost in the air.
The creeping tigers quickly crawled over the church, shuddering with large blades, burning into flames and devouring the church.
This is when the crowd starts panicking, rushing out, the priest throws away the Bible, the couple flees, and you even see a couple and a child being broken up by the crowd, a child screaming in flames, a mother and a father, and no answer, smoke and chaos, a child crying and coughing tore his heart apart, tears and snots coughing at the same time… The last thing you see is the helpless face of the child being swallowed up by fire.
You feel a bit cold on your face, but you feel tears.
I’m crying? You’re in a state of uncertainty: who’s the kid, why are you so familiar?
And when you open your eyes, you find yourself in a new scene, where there’s a primary school, where many children, surrounded by a little blind fingertip, are mercilessly mocking, and the naughty little boy comes up and takes the little blind man’s cane, even tripping the little blind man to the ground when he’s afraid of groping and begging for them, thus provoking a larger laughter.
The crowd was scattered, and the blind boy was found in the playground all day long.
You just watched it happen, and there was nothing you could do.
You’re angry at the fact that you’re the only one whose fists are so tight.
Is this me?
The scene is changing again, and this time you’re confirming the answer, and it’s the bedroom that you’re familiar with.
You saw your mother buy your favorite Colby poster, you tell you the details of the poster, you cry and tear it to pieces; you saw your father buy a whole set of fairy tales, you tell you every night in gentle words, but you cry and throw them all over the floor. You see your mother always rising up early to buy you fresh flowers, just so that you can smell a short fragrance after you wake up, but you never accept it. You blame them with impunity and hate them for leaving you in the sea of fire and leaving out their bitter words.
They’re just silent.
Then it seemed as if you had grown up, but became more silent, you stopped going out, you had no friends, even your parents, you were afraid of the crowd, you were afraid of others, you were afraid of the different eyes, you were afraid of the parents, you were afraid of the church that their parents had lost, and you lost your eyes. You’ve been crouching in the corner, shivering, and the time has passed.
I don’t know.
You’re a grown-up, but you don’t seem to talk much longer. In the eyes of outsiders, you’re always in a coma, often a day, but you’re the only one who knows how beautiful a world he’s built in his head, a world where you still can’t see, but where you can’t see, where you have a harmonious family, and where you can’t talk to your parents, and where you can talk to your little sister downstairs, and you can often go downstairs and do a lot of talking with the old lady. For a long time, subconscious, you’re even beginning to fear seeing the light again.
For you, the light is the dangerous world filled with loneliness, ridicule and dirtyness.
You have redefined your identity, sealed previous memories and painful memories for you.
You’re suffocating, you can’t help but close your eyes.
Open your eyes again, it’s a new scene. You seem to be in a hospital.
In the ward, the doctor nurse enters and leaves.
You see your mother in the same suit saying to you: Father’s long-distance accident, and he’s finally exhausted, and old and old, and he can’t live for days. But at the end of the day, you can get your cornea instead of your own.
There’s still some left after this, enough for a while, and you don’t have to worry.
Your surgery is afternoon.
You finally fell asleep.
This is it.
The black and white world has a weak light spot, followed by a bright light.
You finally escaped from that world.
The gauze with its eyes has been removed in circles, and after years, you have finally seen the world again.
It’s just that your eyes can’t stop crying.
After you got out of the hospital, the first place you went was to your parents’ grave, because it took a long time.
You can’t say anything when you’re standing in front of a grave.
When you once again turn the key and open the door, it is at nightfall, and the light of the twilight comes through the window, and it is dark.
There’s no one at home, it’s a little cold.
The first thing you see in the bedroom is a yellowed Kobi poster on the wall, which is patched with tape and presented with a funny gesture; it has a whole set of fairy tales on its desk, and many pages are wrinkled, and it looks like it’s been turned over many times, but the cover is still fresh after blowing off the dust, and the owners of the books are precious, they can’t bear to get dirty.
The light came through the window and the dust rose and fell.
Before the light is the aging carnation.
You seem to have thought of something, pulling up a drawer and actually finding a radio in it.
You sat in the chair and pressed the play button at dusk.
There’s a familiar voice inside.
“Let’s talk to each other. Let’s talk to each other. I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
“Four studies, pits, blindfolds, abduction, deception!”
“What? I’m sorry.
“Oh, say, learn, laugh, sing!”
“Ooh! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
