"I want to know... I really want to know..." Gathering countless pieces of information and clues, the little girl keeps digging deep into the ground. "So what am I looking for? What do I want to know?" This question flashes through my mind countless times, accompanied by a crazed look in my eyes, my hands unable to stop, as if there's a huge secret buried underground.

I often feel like I need to know the answers to everything, unable to stand vague conclusions and the unknown. In the darkness, like a headless fly, I keep digging, trying to find something, yet not knowing what I'm searching for. It’s only when my soul leaves me that I realize I’ve been doing something meaningless.