她从暗处走来，眼中闪烁着光芒。这几天没C你了是不是又想要了

　　A girl lives on the edge of (un)reality, and whenever she falls asleep, she disappears into uncanny dreams: a violin with broken strings, a room on fire, vacant streets, infinite staircases; a pair of flying hands guiding her (and us) through thorns and bushes, pulling out endless multiples of herself.