["Butterfly, butterfly, why do you die?"]
["Are you the wings born to snap, the moth flying into flames?"]
["Are you the antennae that heal by bleeding, the head that grows to be decapitated?"]
["You submit to the darkness that already exists."]
["You submit to the dawn that has yet to come."]
...
I opened my eyes.
The air carried a scent resembling pine resin, a scent I was familiar with, the smell of formalin.
I had once hidden formalin in my own cupboard and also used it for experiments.
... Hmm? No.
I indeed had hidden formalin in the cupboard, something Yuanyuan and I got our hands on. But I've never done any experiments with formalin. Why do I have such an idea?
After contemplating for a moment, I realized—it seems this is the "possession state" affecting me. The thoughts of this body influence me, but it doesn't matter much. It actually helps me think about the identity and temperament of this body.
