Night Watch

When Wintersweet-II turned into a black hole due to gravitational collapse, drawing numerous onlookers, you suddenly had the urge to open the protective barrier of the sightseeing ship and take a leap toward the event horizon of intertwining light and darkness. Death is always tempting — it is like a carnivorous plant with the brightest colors in the forest that lures the lost insects yet cut off their path.

Where should life lead? You have no clue, but you are certain death is not the answer. You listen to each sorrowful tale, seeing them seep into the crevices in the cosmos, making the hopeless journey seem insurmountable. Even so, you still yearn to be a guardian at the edge of the black hole. You want to stop the children who intend to plunge into nihility and tell them, "The future lies in the other direction."