MID event






When I was young, I used to do something in one place, which became part of my habit, and sometimes I would do it anywhere else. Maybe I won't go back to the most primitive place to make such movements, but every time I pass by there, I think of my childhood memories. When I walk the same road many times, I feel that I am in a parallel universe in different time and space, but I can experience completely different details in the same place.







This is a story of an encounter, so it should be the tone of a fairy tale.