Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 148

One day, I was walking as usual. I came across this forest on the route. As I was walking deeper into the
forest, the trees had all collapsed and laid dead on the ground. I could see cracks on the ground. they were
in every size, and from every direction. The grass on the floor was all in a dark yellow color. I saw it but I
did not bother to take a closer look. My mind was telling me to continue walking, and so I did, until dawn.
As the Sun was slowly falling, I found an old wooden cottage on my way, so I decided to walk in, and stay
for a night there. As I entered from the front