As thousands of fairies fall from the sky, raindrops gently rinse Song’s hair and softly whisper into his ear. Standing on a train platform, he tries to open his eyes under the rain. He stares at his own reflection in the puddle. He has the appearance of a 17-year-old boy, but his eyes are filled with stories.
A soul just walks past him. He stands on the edge of the platform. He is again leaving the human world and returning to his home, the Holy Palace, the so-called Eastern Heaven. His past life in the human world turns into a vague dream. In this era, many Eastern goddesses reincarnate into the human world to complete the missions to make the world a better place.
After another soul passes by, he gets on a red soul train. He scans through these passengers and then sits next to an old man. Through the windows, he looks back at the passing portal doors, glowing in the darkness. At the top of the portal, it states: “Toronto”, “New York”, “Beijing”.
The train enters a tunnel. In the rear mirror, He sees two kids flying a kite in heaven. Giant lion gate shines under the holy light.
"Humans love to fly kites." Little Song watches the kites in the air.
"Song, can you bring me to the human world one day?" Aries, who looks like 7 years old and has blonde hair and blue eyes, holds the string of a kite, "I would love to see their world. Their world is such a legend!"
"Why do you always want to go to the human world?" Song lays on the clouds.
Aries turns to Song while his hand still holds the string, "because they would treat me as you do."
After a blue flashlight passes, the two kids disappear in the back mirror.
At this moment, the old man passes by Song, leaving a note beside his chair.
Song reads the note:
Dear Brother,
It has been such a long time since you went
to the human world. We have organised a
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homecoming feast for you.
The world becomes more dangerous than
before. Please do not reveal your identity to any
passenger along the way. You can get off at Corner Alley.
I will pick you up.
Best regards,
Wood
Song opens a notebook, hastily writing his past life in the human world. He looks at the rearview mirror and sees everything disappearing into a shadow, under the dim light. That mirror reveals the twin kids, Song and Wood, fighting with swords under a fairy peach tree.
Another flashlight blocks Song's vision, he closes his eyes. He hears laughter and talks. “Who is the better twin?”
Which life is just a dream? Through this life, he acts like a human to experience the human world, so he writes a report to the King. The topic of the essay is how to manage humans in a better way.
While he thinks, the soul train stops at the station, the Soul Ferry, Corner Alley. He hears the radio say, "Ladies and gentleman, the Corner Alley has arrived. Corner Alley is one of the most famous soul intersections in the universe. Please prepare all your belongings and meet your fate here."
Song gets off the soul train, he looks curiously at the empty attic on both sides in the fog. The fragrance of tea hits his nose. Aliens, elves, ghosts, eastern goddesses, and western angels all pass from here to their next destination.
Dealing with the hustle and bustle of the streets, he is surrounded by all kinds of souls. After a while, he finally encounters a goddess who looks identical to him. They look at each other for a while, as if there is a mirror separating them. They lift their hands at the same pace. Then they stick out their index fingers to touch the air which separates them. Song smiles at Wood, but Wood is still poker-faced.
Wood wears a black feather coat with a green ribbon floating around his shoulder, "Brother, it’s been a while." He puts a white feather coat on Song, "How is the human world now?"
"It's a mess because of the demons' arrival. The world is approaching its end. How is the Holy Palace now?"
"Father God is still well, all the step-mothers, you know. They are mean as always."
"I know they have been treating you in a wrong way."
"They'll understand one day."
"It's great if you can think of it this way."