Door

The reflection of a weak, dying firework. He sees it as an attempt to celebrate his birthday, though.

Door reflected a small and insignificant area in the boundless, long-standing universe, and disappeared. No one knows if he had made himself a part of the universe through reflecting the universe's image.

Door has displayed the bloom of hundreds of plants patiently, among which only this one made him pause and watch for a long time.

The ocean gave birth to life, and the tides pushed it onto the fertile land.

The absolute silence was suddenly broken—the sounds of life started to echo in caves, forests, valleys, straits, and plains.

The soil was loosened, letting out the breath of earth. It marked the beginning of nature.

While a carnival was about to start on the ground, a mirror, or say, a door floated in the air, like a singularity. It reflected the life and death of everything.

At first, there were only vines twining as the treetops raised their branches to reach up for them; then animals showed up, crawling on the ground and looking up at; at last, when wings finally appeared in this world, birds soared into the vast sky towards the singularity ...

That moment, like the tide hitting a rock and smashing itself into countless water drops ...

It exiled itself, sprinkled its fragments in the untouchable horizon.

Not once did he get to rest somewhere nice.

A man picked him up and left him in a fish tank where, for the first time, he learned a phrase to describe his situation from the 18-inch TV and the broken beer bottle—he was "an abandoned child."

It was not safe in the fish tank. A fight between humans broke his shelter. He lay on the floor, stained with their blood. Another first-time experience: he learned the sharpness of his own edges.

A boy wiped him clean and carried him in his pocket, as if he knew how special he was.

His body started to reflect things: images of the TV, toys, the amusement park, Broadway, and ... the police.

The boy laughed himself to tears in the dark alley as he watched the reflection in the mirror.

A kind of understanding, or say, a kind of awareness, started to develop under its cold surface.

Long after that, after he had seen many things in human society, he acquired the ability to learn people's wishes and show them what they want. People loved him for it.

Yet the only touching moment he has ever had was on that day ...

In a narrow alley which stank like a sewer, the bandaged boy looked up at the night sky, eyes wide open, as if he could take off between the edges of the roofs and fly into the universe the next second.

Those beautiful pupils had made him silent for a very, very long time.

Door: Madam, your lipstick seems a bit uneven.

Pandora Wilson: Heh, no, I would never let that happen, Sir. But you can be very observant; I'm impressed.

Door: Thank you. As you know, most of my "bosses" are young ladies, I ... was expected to find flaws on their face and improve their image.

Pandora Wilson: You are a kind gentleman, I have to say.

Pandora Wilson: But when you "perfected" their image, I mean, showing them a beautiful face, fortune, or anything that's actually beyond their reach, weren't you afraid they might go through a mental breakdown if they found out the truth?

Door: Not at all, madam. In fact, most people know their wishes cannot be fulfilled, and they just need something to comfort themselves. It's like candy given to children in order to remove the bitterness in their mouth after taking medicine.

Door: But some of them ... got stuck in the fantasy and believed what they saw to be true. They would come close to me and ... Sorry, it is hard to describe.

Pandora Wilson: I can imagine. You don't look well.

Pandora Wilson: Let's call it a day.

Door: *vomits* Ugh, I'm terribly sorry.