Yesterday, I walked here in one straight shot from Zhizhu Temple.

This place is really completely empty once night falls.
I’m fairly familiar with the North and South Pools—if you go farther west, there are sentries every three steps, and you can’t take photos.
When I got to this pitch-black, barren mountain, I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have been here before.
I picked up my phone and sent a voice message to Director Hua—last time, weren’t we here together?
He said we were.
In addition to the memory anchor of Director Hua—those ugly-but-pretty meals—I added another temple.