Teenage was an angel with two wings and many dreams.
He wanted to be the hero of the dragons, to fight the dragons at the end of the darkness, at the edge of the world and in the crumbling universe, but he failed. The dragon is lurking in an invisible abyss, and it has no fixed shape. With his bare hands, the electrophorus fire was turned into powder, and the latter carved four words on his grave: no dragons.
Seven days later, he wanted to be a light that would shine in the dark corners of the world, and the hero of the dragons would be taken by others. And the young followed the men who were in the fire, raising the torch, and shouting, "If the fire is extinguished, I will light my head!" On the way, however, the young man found that the shadow was caused by the presence of light sources. Every building, every sculpture, every human being, when the face is brightened, a shadow falls on the back. There were so many shadows and so many youths were desperate, he extinguished the torch, lit his head and burned the whole city. Later, it was written on his tombstone: "When you look at the abyss, the abyss looks at you, and the youths of the dragons will become the dragons."
Seven days later the boy was raised up again, and this time he only wanted to be himself, and to guard whom he wished. It was only at night and in the alleys that he was able to feel every feather of his wings connected to his nerves, and every day he suffered from enormous pain.
Later, the boy finally tore off the last feather of his wings and sacrificed all his wings to the night. The wings had long been worn out and could not be fully cut, and he had chosen only the most painful way to tear down the feathers. Before that, he had suffered too long and had been alone in the quiet night for so long that he could not leave.
There is a reason why the wings are worn out, and it is very difficult for a young man with wings to pass through the sheep's bowels and thorns.
"I know what you're thinking, give me your wings, I give you what you want."
The youth struggled long and long, and he felt he was about to be torn apart, he hesitated, he hesitated and he compromised. So, like a few boys, he was no longer a teenager. He sacrificed the wings of the angels forever to the night, and then fell, and fell, and fell. He was 22 years old that year.
The centre of the city has raised a statue that attracts everyone's attention. The statue is made of the best glass, and it stings people in the sun. And at dawn or dusk, people can see their faces clearly on glass. There's only one line on the statue with his name engraved: your teenager.