2023年5月29日:
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The White-Sand Airport, the Double Faces of 'Muma,' and the Rootless Birch Trunk
May 29, 2023:
The setting resembled a luxurious airport, its floors completely covered in fine white sand. The flight attendants were all Western women dressed in light-colored uniforms, each exceptionally beautiful.
I pretended to purchase a flight ticket, but upon rounding the back of the building, the grandeur faded. They too had to line up to shop, and purchasing a ticket required waiting in long queues. I decided to depart immediately, for I possessed no money to buy a ticket, and the prices were outrageously exorbitant.
On my return journey, I accidentally entered a building that turned out to be the flight attendants' dormitory. Many off-duty attendants appeared utterly exhausted, their uniforms somewhat untidy. They referred to the middle-aged women who managed their daily lives as "Muma," yet behind their backs, they muttered words of deep resentment against them.
I retreated from the quarters just as one of the "Mumas" rode past on a bicycle. Instantly, the very attendants who had just been complaining began calling out "Muma! Muma!" with immense, honeyed affection.
I needed to leave quickly. The path back lay below, requiring a jump from a height of about two meters. Fortunately, the ground was deep white sand; I vaulted down and landed completely unharmed. Looking up, I noticed a prominent social media influencer attempting to sneak into the building; he was wearing a terry-cloth bathrobe that matched the exact color of the white sand. I warned him, "Be careful, they don't allow outsiders in there."
Just then, voices echoed nearby. I urgently told him, "Lie down immediately and don't move!" Since his garment matched the sand perfectly, it served as camouflage. I feigned ignorance of his presence, attempting to act naturally as I stepped over his lower legs.
Yet, he was discovered by the flight attendants anyway. They swarmed to capture him, lowering ropes from above to snag his ankles and haul him up. Left with no choice, I intervened and helped free him from the noose.
On the escape route, I encountered two handsome flight stewards in uniform. The path was remarkably narrow; they stepped aside slightly, forcing me to pass directly between them. A sense of dread hit me; as our shoulders brushed, I realized I had failed to greet them using their organization's specific secret code. They would undoubtedly realize I was an intruder.
I knew I had to run. Reaching the absolute end of the path, I was confronted by a sheer, vertical wall of sand. I had to extend my arms fully just to reach the upper edge. I had no choice but to climb, terrified that they would pursue me.
I reached out and grabbed the trunk of a birch tree on the slope, but the moment I applied force, the tree toppled over—it was merely a rootless stump. Next, I spotted a large iron window frame above, reasoning that gripping it would pull me up, but when I lunged and pulled, the iron frame proved loose and completely incapable of bearing weight.
Waking time: close to 6:00 AM.
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