舊區裡，有些店舖不會有太多客人，但門總是開著。有人說，那些地方不需要招攬生意，因為它們知道，客人遲早會來。
Some shops in older districts never seem to close, yet no one remembers seeing customers inside. It’s said they don’t need to wait for business—because they already know who will walk in.
中文
那晚我只是經過，街道很靜，燈光有點昏暗，那間店沒有招牌，只是開著門，裡面很深，我本來沒有打算進去，但不知道為什麼，我停了下來，往裡面看了一眼，那是一間棺材鋪，空間不大，但擺滿了木製的棺材，一個一個排得很整齊，沒有灰塵，也沒有聲音，我走了進去，腳步聲在地上有點回響，但很快就被吸走了，裡面沒有其他人，但我知道有人在，我沒有叫，只是站著，那種感覺很奇怪，不像走進一間店，而像走進一個已經準備好的地方，我再向裡面走了一點，看見其中一副棺材是打開的，放在中間，尺寸很標準，不算大，也不算小，我站在旁邊，看了一會，那時候，我開始覺得不對，那個尺寸，有點熟悉，我沒有量過，但我知道，如果我躺進去，應該剛好，我沒有動，只是站著，那一刻，我聽到後面有聲音，不是腳步聲，而是木頭被輕輕推動的聲音，我回頭，看見一個人，不知道什麼時候已經站在那裡，他沒有說話，只是看著我，然後慢慢把那副棺材蓋推上去一點，再停下來，像是在等我決定，我沒有問，也沒有走近，我只是看著，那種感覺不是恐懼，而是像我不應該在這個時候來，我後退了一步，那個人沒有再動，只是站著，我再看那副棺材，蓋已經合了一半，我沒有再看下去，轉身走出去，外面的街還是一樣，但當我再回頭，那間店已經關了門，之後的幾天，我開始留意那些店舖，有些門，看起來一直都是關著的，但有幾次經過，我會覺得裡面，好像已經有人在準備
English Version
I wasn’t planning to stop that night, the street was quiet, the lighting dim, the shop didn’t even have a sign, just an open doorway leading into a darker interior, I should have walked past, but something made me pause, I looked inside and saw rows of wooden coffins, arranged neatly, polished, undisturbed, I stepped in without thinking, the space wasn’t large, but it felt deeper than it should, my footsteps echoed briefly before disappearing, there was no one visible, but I had the distinct sense that I wasn’t alone, I didn’t call out, I just stood there, the place didn’t feel like a shop, it felt prepared, like it had been waiting, I moved further inside and noticed one coffin left open in the center, its proportions seemed ordinary at first, but the longer I looked, the more familiar it felt, I hadn’t measured it, but I knew instinctively that if I lay inside, it would fit perfectly, I didn’t move closer, I just stood there, then I heard a sound behind me, not footsteps, but the soft shift of wood, I turned and saw someone standing there, I hadn’t heard them arrive, they said nothing, just watched me, then slowly pushed the lid of the coffin, not closing it, just moving it slightly, then stopping, as if waiting for something, I didn’t ask, I didn’t step forward, I simply stood there, and in that moment, the feeling wasn’t fear, it was the sense that I had come too early, I took a step back, the person didn’t move, I looked once more at the coffin, the lid now halfway closed, I didn’t stay any longer, I turned and left, the street outside was unchanged, but when I looked back, the shop was closed, the door shut as if it had never been open, in the days that followed, I began noticing other shops, doors that always seemed closed, yet sometimes, when I passed by, it felt like something inside was already being prepared
