Prodigy’s Playground

[September 27, 2025, weather: clear.]

[I’m becoming less and less like myself, less and less able to control myself.

This situation is only getting worse.

At first, I could only barely fail to control my thoughts, but now—

I can’t even control my actions anymore.

The first time this happened was at the teahouse in Hangzhou, when I was having afternoon tea with Jiang Ran and Wang Hao.

At the time, Jiang Ran asked whether I remembered the glass bottle from the time capsule we buried before, whether I remembered what was written in that letter.

Of course I remembered.

Even if I couldn’t recall every single word, I could still remember fragments of what was written there.