The sun was so bright that everything in heaven and earth was touched with gold.
As the gulls jumped across the sea, they were drenched with dazzling light, much more free than humans.
When Irish woke up, she heard the sound of seagulls, which replaced the alarm clock to wake her. And then she would stand on the terrace for a while as usual, quietly counting the number of seagulls passing by.
But that day, Irish did not go to the terrace.
When she woke up, she felt that even opening her eyes would run out of her energy.
She remembered that once she had gone to Thailand, she had chatted with local friends about Thailand's "Tame Head." Irish had no religious beliefs; naturally, she would not believe these things, but she listened out of curiosity. After all, it was also a form of local humanities.
