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 ## Story
 
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+When Shuiyue stepped into the vast realms of the internet under her present name, it wasn’t met with trust or open arms.  
+She didn’t shy away from her youthful naivete, those impulsive days embedded in the controversial culture of "Esu."  
+Now, she carries her past as a tale of caution, offering wisdom to friends on shielding their private lives  
+from the stormy gales of online transphobia and cruelty.
+
+Friends, however, were scarce.  
+The shadow of her history cast its long, uneasy doubts, keeping many at bay.  
+Her struggles with bipolar disorder unfolded as impulsive spending—an army of AirPods,  
+neatly aligned in a row, though she swore, “They’re all fake.”  
+And when regret would creep like a thief in the night, she’d lament,  
+“If only I hadn’t squandered so much… My surgery fund would be ready by now.”
+
+Seeking solace and counsel, she posed a question in her circle of confidantes:  
+“What advice do you all have for me?”  
+And the candid replies poured in:  
+"Don’t flaunt wealth, don’t lose yourself to madness, don’t walk hand in hand with Esu’s lingering shadows."  
+
+“All right. Got it. I’ll start immediately.”  
+But who knows if her promises took root in action or whimsy?
+
+"Not going mad—that’s the hard part,”  
+she’d confessed with a wicked grin. "I’ve got this itch to stir chaos now and then."  
+“Oh, you troublesome, endearing soul," we’d sigh.
+
+“The madness, it seems, is in my marrow now—beyond cure or reach.”  
+
+But beneath the whimsical storms, she was still the girl in the sailor-style uniform,  
+adorned with a blue ribbon, peddling absurd humor with a pure, radiant laugh.  
+Her joys lingered in the glow of digital gadgets and their intricate riddles.  
+In her modest and cluttered abode, treasures lay scattered—cassette tapes, phones, hard drives, stickers—  
+each sorted with loving precision.  
+Some sealed neatly in boxes, labeled in her tidy scrawl.  
+I’d secretly wonder if she held a penchant for collecting duplicates—artifacts in mirroring rows.  
+To her, data security was religion. Backups, an unspoken vow.
+
+She had a collection of glasses, fitted identically to her prescription,  
+as if each lens held its own intimate history, etched into her memory.  
+
+Yet she wasn’t confined to her small, crowded sanctuary. No, not Shuiyue.  
+When the weight of her mind lifted, she flitted from place to place,  
+sometimes journeying to friends in faraway Changchun.  
+Often, she’d parade photos of her cat with unmasked pride—though her family loathed the feline spirit.  
+As for her own unpopularity with certain souls, she met it not with ire, but disheartened sighs.
+
+Love had knocked at her door time and time again,  
+but it was a pattern cruelly familiar—a yearning for love, a longing to be loved.  
+She eventually walked a path of playful rivalry and friendship with someone she cherished: Youhun.  
+Their bond deepened during a brief cohabitation in Dongguan.  
+Yet, shadows loomed—gender dysphoria, body image battles,  
+and the persistent echo of mental unrest haunted her.  
+The thought of turning out her flame—it lingered in silent corners of her mind.
+
+When news of Youhun’s death reached Shuiyue, it struck her like a thunderclap.  
+"How could she go before me? I’m still here," she whispered, shaken.  
+And then came sorrow’s flood: "But as soon as she left, my balance wavered.  
+Me—soft-hearted, crumbling at anyone’s passing as though my soul, too, would shatter."  
+Her voice trembled with a selfless plea:  
+"Could I trade my life for hers? Bring her existence back, restore her sanity to its fullest bloom?”  
+
+Three days after Youhun’s departure, an acquaintance reached out to Shuiyue.  
+Sensing her fragility, they sought to comfort her, to find someone who might stand vigil through her long and dark hours.  
+But alas, no one arrived.  
+
+“Darling, please don’t follow her. If you show up chasing her into the afterlife, she’ll be *so* annoyed with you.”  
+
+"I’m joking!" Shuiyue laughed, her bravado laced with defiant fragility.  
+"I’m terrified of death—I’d never actually go through with it.  
+You think I’d die for her? Please, I haven’t even lived enough yet.  
+What nonsense is there to fear?"  
+
+In this final exchange with her friend Shu, her words danced with denial and trembling strength.  
+Less than a week later, her passing was confirmed by Aypasha, a dear friend from her brightest days.