Sunlight slanted in from the skylight, the sun gradually sinking below the horizon, a smear of blush red at the edge of the sky. The person standing on the rail spread his arms wide, and the daylight split him in two, half in light and half in shadow.
Bi Fang silently exhaled, slowly stepping out from the shadows.
Thirty meters below, Bi Fang seemed incredibly minuscule, as if about to be completely engulfed by the shadows behind him. But every time he was nearly swallowed, he took a step forward and embraced the light anew.
Light and shadow intertwined, clearly demarcated.
After a few steps, Bi Fang seemed to have found the knack for walking, the memory of balance long lurking in his muscles fully awakened, like scales of a snake unfurling one by one, using instinct to replace thought, guiding him step by step forward.
One meter.
Two meters.
Three meters.
Neither hurried nor slow.
Bi Fang's arms were spread wide, his balance like the wings of migratory birds.