"\"use strict\";Object.defineProperty(exports,\"__esModule\",{value:true});Object.defineProperty(exports,\"default\",{enumerable:true,get:function(){return _default}});function _createMdxContent(props){var _components=Object.assign({h2:\"h2\",p:\"p\",em:\"em\",br:\"br\"},props.components);return Vue.h(Vue.Fragment,null,Vue.h(_components.h2,null,\"Story\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"When Shuiyue stepped into the vast realms of the internet under her present name, she was met with suspicion.\\nShe was transparent about her missteps when she was a child; she participated in \",Vue.h(_components.em,null,\"Esu\"),\" culture (an online movement that seeks to bully everyone with supposedly deviant behaviours).\\nAfter she realized the dangers of \",Vue.h(_components.em,null,\"Esu\"),\" culture, she hoped to use her experience to help friends protect their personal information and reduce the cruelty online for trans people.\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"She didn’t have many friends.\\nThe shadows of her history cast its long, uneasy doubts, keeping many at bay.\\nHer struggles with bipolar disorder manifested as impulsive spending—an army of AirPods neatly aligned in a row.\\nAs she swore, “They’re all fake.”\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"And when regret crept in, she’d lament,\\n“If only I hadn’t squandered so much…I would have saved up enough money for the surgery.”\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"Seeking solace and counsel, she posed a question to her confidantes:\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"“What advice do you all have for me?”\\nAnd the candid replies poured in:\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"“Don’t flaunt wealth, don’t go mad, don’t keep in contact with people involved in \",Vue.h(_components.em,null,\"Esu\"),\".”\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"“All right. Got it. I’ll start immediately.”\\nBut who knows if she kept her promises?\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"“Don’t go mad—that’s the hardest part,”\\nshe’d confessed with a wicked grin.\\n“I’ve got this itch to stir chaos now and then.”\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"“Oh, you troublesome, endearing soul,” we’d sigh.\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"“The madness, it seems, is in my marrow now—beyond reach, incurable.”\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"But beneath the whimsical storms, she was still the girl in the sailor-style uniform,\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"adorned with a blue ribbon, peddling absurd humour with a pure, radiant laugh.\\nHer joys lingered in the glow of digital gadgets and their intricate riddles.\\nIn her modest and cluttered abode, treasures lay scattered—cassette tapes, phones, hard drives, stickers—\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"each sorted with loving precision.\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"Some were sealed neatly in boxes, labelled in her tidy handwriting.\\nI’ve secretly wondered if she held a penchant for collecting duplicates—artifacts in mirroring rows.\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"To her, data security was like a religion. Backups, an unspoken vow.\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"She had a collection of glasses fitted identically to her prescription,\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"as if each lens held its intimate history and was etched into her memory.\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"Yet she wasn’t confined to her small, crowded sanctuary. No, not Shuiyue.\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"Whenever Shuiyue wasn’t depressed, she travelled from place to place, sometimes visiting friends in distant Changchun.\\nOften, she’d parade photos of her cat with unmasked pride—though her family loathed the feline spirit.\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"As for her unpopularity with certain souls, she met it not with ire but disheartened sighs.\"),\"\\n\",Vue.h(_components.p,null,\"Love had knocked at her door time and time again,\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"\\n\",\"but it was a pattern cruelly familiar—a yearning for love, a longing to be loved.\",Vue.h(_components.br),\"
