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MidReal Story
The Mailbox Diaries
Scenario:厌倦了作为一个邮筒的生活，我在城市中漫游，寻找超越送信的意义。
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I was feeling a little tired of being a mailbox.
Not that I didn’t love my job.
I did.
There was something satisfying about receiving letters and watching them get delivered to their destination.
But I was more than just a mailbox.
I was a mailbox with a sense of adventure, with a feeling that there was more to life than standing here day after day, watching the world go by.
I wanted to see the world for myself, so I did the only thing I could think of.
I cut my ties to the earth and stepped off the porch.
It was easy enough.
The house had been abandoned for some time, and it didn’t take much effort for me to pull myself free from the ground.
From there, it was simple enough.
I just started walking.
At first, it was strange.
My legs were stiff from disuse, and I wasn’t sure how to balance myself.
But as I continued on, things became easier and easier.
Before long, I was walking like it was nothing at all, enjoying the sights and sounds around me as I went.
Eventually, I left the town behind and headed into the park.
It was beautiful there, with trees towering above me and birds singing in the branches.
I shuffle along, my metal feet crunching fallen leaves as I go.
The trees grow closer together here, casting dappled shadows across the ground.
I make my way down a winding path, my joints creaking slightly with each step.
As I round a bend, I catch sight of a massive ancient oak tree looming ahead of me.
Its trunk stretches up toward the sky, its branches creating an intricate canopy above.
I pause at the base of the tree, leaning against the rough bark.
The texture is cool against my weathered surface, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me.
I hadn’t realized how warm the sun had made my metal exterior until now.
Small patches of sunlight filter through the leaves above, creating dancing patterns on my blue paint.
A squirrel scurries down the trunk, pausing to examine me with curious eyes before darting away once more.
"Well, aren't you a peculiar sight," a voice chuckles from somewhere above.
I glance up to see a wise old owl perched on a low branch, its eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Tell me, mailbox, what brings you to the heart of the forest?"
The owl's golden eyes fix on me as it hops down to a lower branch.
It gestures with its wing toward a dark hollow between the oak's massive roots.
Moss-covered stones form a narrow passage, leading into the depths of the tree.
"Many lost souls have found their answers down that path," the owl says in a hushed tone.
"But be warned, not all who venture forth return."
I hesitate for a moment, my metal feet scraping against the fallen leaves.
The owl watches me with an expectant gaze, as if waiting for me to make my decision.
Finally, I take a step forward, my joints creaking slightly as I do so.