The starry sky at night was covered by dark clouds, and the train was running in the dark tunnel, as if crossing an invisible boundary. Na Kexia sat in the corner of the carriage, looking at the reflected light that kept flashing on the window. He suddenly felt as if he was in a dream, in which there was no time, no real boundaries, only endless darkness and a few twinkling stars. The roar of the train made him a little dazed, and he realized that he seemed to be pursuing something – Na Kexia knew that this thing was not in front of him, or even in this world.
He closed his eyes and recalled the reason why he came here. He had persisted in this mission for a long time. Yes, the mission. It was not for some great goal, but just because of an inexplicable impulse, or an undefined desire. The light cone sounded like some mysterious object, or some kind of door to the unknown. He had pursued countless clues, crossed countless spaces, and walked countless tracks, but still had not found the real answer. The cone of light is like the deep night, which exists but can never be touched.
1. Disappearing clues and endless pursuit
The cone of light is no longer just a word, but has become a brand in his heart. He clearly remembers that the first time he heard this name was in a dim bar. The bar was dark and narrow, as if hidden in the cracks of time. The man he met had no warmth in his eyes, but his words were full of mystery. The man said: “The cone of light is not what you understand. It is not an object, but a door deep in your heart.”
“What door?” Na Kexia asked.
The man just smiled, took a sip of wine, and shook his head, “You will know. You will find it.”
From then on, Na Kexia began to pursue the cone of light. He knew that the cone of light was not a specific object, but a symbol, symbolizing something deep in his heart that he had never touched. However, he still could not understand, could not touch, and did not even have a clue about its form. His world became more and more blurred and unrecognizable. Just like the train beside him, the track of progress disappeared in the countless darkness, and no one knew where it led.
He opened the information in his hand and checked everything related to the light cone. Each piece of information was like a lost clue, but it all pointed to the same ending – an unreachable end. This unsolvable cycle made him feel tired. Perhaps, this is the mystery he has never been able to solve: what is he pursuing on the road to the light cone?
2. Those unspeakable memories
The train continued to move forward in the darkness, and there was no recognizable scenery outside the window. That moment, Xia suddenly remembered some memories of his childhood, those fragments that he had forgotten for a long time. He remembered that he had found a book in an old bookstore. The cover of the book had turned yellow and the handwriting was blurred. There was no direct description in the book, but only the names of countless worlds were listed, like the stars of some distant galaxy, scattered and unable to be pieced together into a complete image.
“If I can see the complete image, can I understand the meaning of this world?” He once said to himself in that bookstore.
But the book disappeared in the end, just like the unsolved mysteries in his heart, gone with the wind and became blurred.
In the process of pursuing the light cone, Na Kexia found that he was not only pursuing an object, or a name, but also a memory of his own. Those pasts hidden deep in his heart were gradually dug out by him, like abandoned old things, accidentally dropped in a corner. He had never really faced these memories until now, and gradually began to understand their true meaning.
3. Facing the intersection of his own choices and fate
The train compartment became quieter and quieter, and Na Kexia felt an unspeakable depression. Perhaps this is what he has been avoiding-facing his real choice. In his pursuit of the light cone, he always thought he was looking for external answers, but now he finally understood that the answer was never external, but deep in his heart.
“What do you think you are pursuing?” The man suddenly appeared in front of him, interrupting his thoughts.
Na Kexia was stunned for a moment and looked up at the figure. He was used to such conversations, such appearances in silence.
“I don’t know,” Na Kexia whispered, “I’ve been looking, but I’m always lost.”
“You’re not lost on the road, but on yourself,” the man said quietly.
He was silent for a while, his eyes gradually became deep, “So, what is the cone of light? Is it really an object?”
The man did not answer directly, but asked back: “Do you think the cone of light is an unsolved mystery in your heart, or a truth that you can’t touch in your heart?”
Na Kexia did not answer. He knew that the answer was never a simple “yes” or “no”, but was deeply hidden in his heart. Everyone has a part of themselves that they have never faced, that part is hidden in the shadow of memory, unspeakable and untouchable.
The train finally drove out of the dark tunnel, and the faint morning light gradually appeared outside. Na Kexia’s heart gradually became clear. He knew that the pursuit of the cone of light was not to find a certain object, but to find himself. In this process, he was not alone. There is a light cone in everyone’s heart, which represents the untouched corners deep in the heart. Perhaps we can never see it clearly, but it always exists.
The train drove away in the morning light, and at that moment, Xia finally began to learn to face his own destiny.