Like a cherished dream, yet having to realize he could never make it come true and had no choice but to let it go.

  With his eyes closed, he could still vividly see another, brighter vision of himself and his old motorcycle-a stark contrast to what they were now. He saw himself, cool black sunglasses on, riding his newly fixed and revitalized motorcycle. A package, secured in a golden lockbox at the seat's end, was fastened with a silver chain bearing an enormous label: "National Secret". Beneath the brilliant sky, he and his motorcycle moved freely, unconstrained. Sunlight shimmered off the motorcycle's polished surface, igniting the chain and lockbox with what seemed like a golden-silver aura-a blinding flash to all passersby and even innocent animals alike. Yet he alone, shielded by his cool black sunglasses, remained unaffected. With a charming smile that could change hearts, he inspired awe and respect across the world.

  His thoughts were like that, he couldn’t help but regretfully linger, looking at the valiant image of the young man in the poster, staying a tad longer than he should have. It was a pity that, had he been luckier, his life might have been the same as the young man’s, with his image and his motorcycle replacing the one on the poster. Life would be better if not the best, if only it could have been so.

  "Here goes my last chance. I'm sorry, my motorcycle, I have no choice but to leave you behind. Farewell, my naive dream, for life has forced my hand. Farewell, my bright future, for I must walk this dark path..." Kay thought. His heart felt as heavy as a one-ton weight, growing heavier with each passing moment. Saddened and hesitant, yet eventually resolute, he mournfully made his decision. Guided by the vision of his new fate, of a far future on the alternate path he was about to tread. He slowly and laboriously turned the poster over with trembling hands, casting a constrained glance to see what lay on the other side.

  In contrast to the colorful, eye-catching, and vibrant front of the poster, the back was surprisingly straightforward and simple, consisting mostly of plain text-except for the "SHIPPER WANTED!" title, which resembled the one on the front-and a few funny, warm-hearted decorations playfully placed here and there, adding a touch of charm and dreaminess to the otherwise minimal design.

  Relaxing, the small shipper icon moved slowly, with ease and gentleness, all over the back of the poster. Its path was marked by multiple colorful dashes, twisting, turning, and waving like a thread of silk wherever there was empty space.

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  The package icons, as if graced with angel wings and halos, playfully appearing here and there—no one knew where—floated in midair, awaiting someone's claim.

  Far from the shipper, a gang of thugs squinted at the direction boards, their brows furrowed in utter confusion. They attempted to follow the shipper's trail of colorful dashes, only to find themselves staring at a hopelessly tangled knot, their eyes wide with comical bewilderment.

  From time to time, the lovely images of the sun, the clear sky, and dreamy clouds appeared, brightening the whole space.

  Meanwhile, at the bottom right of the poster, where the text ended, there was an image of a girl gazing absentmindedly out of her window. Her hand rested on the windowsill, her palm against her cheek. The scene was decorated with flowers all around, and near her was a board with the word "Destination" written on it.

  The font of the text was gentle, fragile, and wavering, as if it could blend seamlessly into the background scenery, making everything—the shipper, the girl, the gang of thugs, and the package icon—appear as part of a single image. And in his mind, it did.

  Taking a look, he saw that a lot of information was given on the back of the poster—the introduction, job description, payment, requirements, date, location... Maybe not that much, as it was all fitted onto a single sheet of paper.

  But with his motorcycle broken, the content had become irrelevant to him. Besides, his heart ached too deeply for him to truly focus. So, he skimmed over nearly everything...

  Eventually, Kay came across a section he had been waiting for.

  "Applying for a Company Vehicle."

  It was a line he faintly remembered. He hadn’t really paid much attention to it back then when his motorcycle was still running, so… he had skimmed over it too.

  He couldn't believe it was actually there.

  His last hope—to become a shipper. To escape this jobless hell. He had even decided to sacrifice his dream with his old motorcycle for this dark path.

  With a trembling hand, he forced power back into his eyes, which had long wandered once again, and read the first line.

  "Date & Location:"

  Just as he was about to go through the whole section, his habit hit him again—he skimmed the whole thing.

  Last line:

  "Requirements: No losers, no jobless. Must be a professional driver, as the job requires high skill in maneuvering to prevent any danger to the packages."

  His whole body lost power, his eyes dilated—so badly that he might be mistaken for a corpse.

  His hand let go, and the poster flew away, carried by the wind. It reminded him of the way it had come to him before, on a fateful day when the wind blew furiously and a certain poster fell from the sky, like a fallen star, offering him a chance to change his fate. But somehow, he had lost it.

  Escaping joblessness wasn’t that easy after all.

  Eventually, dejected and full of sorrow, he closed his eyes and turned away, unable to bear watching it fly away.