Blessing in the shadowsSilence, as absent as the beating of a withered heart. To his eardrums comes the deep reverberation of the domain of a cursed mind, lodging in them the echo of a cave cemented on the skeleton of a creature of great dimensions. The boy lying face up on the surface, floating on a vast dark crimson lake, seems to have been swallowed in one bite by the beast. His face remains completely pale: it's a white that represents purity without stain, or the death that corners his soul without having the luxury of touching it, still. His almond-shaped eyes refuse to open. He wants to believe that his guess is wrong, that it's all part of a nightmare, but the sudden echoing laughter of someone else forces him to swallow his saliva and face the gloomy landscape. What he sees first are the great vertebral bones of a colossal animal column hanging above him a few feet above the ground, the thick ribs stretching across the place like prison bars. Although this domain gives the illusion of warm

《血色灯塔》入夏那天，母亲死了。

夏油杰从东京赶回来，母亲已经合上了双眼，病房里只剩下心电监护仪漫长又刺耳的警报声。

在医生宣布完死亡时间后，夏油杰离开了病房。

穿着陈旧连帽衫的白发少年坐在走廊上，抬头看着天花板上耀眼的灯光。夏油杰其实已经快要一年没有见他了，他忙着毕业论文，忙着打工，忙着找实习工作，甚至已经一个月没有和家里联系了。

直到今天母亲死了。

虽说叫着“母亲”这个称谓，但他并不是母亲亲生的。五岁那年他在孤儿院被父亲领养，领养他的目的是想将他转手卖个好价钱。那时候他被饿的又瘦又小，来买他的人怕他身上带着什么病，怕他不好养刚带回去就死了，所以没有人愿意出好价钱要他。父亲对着他满口脏话，想把他带出去扔了，是母亲拼命拦下来把他留在身边养着。