Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
Shaped like an ape, its ears are a startling white. It speaks in a human voice, and of all things, it delights most in calling names. It waits among the trees and calls to people it has never met. The voice is always familiar. An old friend. A forgotten relative. Someone who should not be here, but somehow is. That is the whole of its hunt. It knows your name, where you came from, and the one whose name still anchors your heart. You believe you are walking toward someone you know. Instead, you step into a mouth that has been waiting for you. Eat its heart, and you know the name of any man you meet and everything kept hidden behind it. Call to a man, and he trusts you at once, for no one but his dearest knows his deepest secrets. But the gift is no blessing. You will never meet another soul unclouded. Every name brings with it the weight of a life. Every lie. Every regret. Every secret buried beneath years of silence. The first phrase it ever speaks to you is your own name.
形如猿猴，双耳雪白。它能作人言，万般声响里，最爱唤人的名字。 它藏身林间，唤着素未谋面之人的名字。那声音总是熟悉的。像一位故人，一个久未想起的远亲，一个本不该在此、却偏偏出现在此的人。这，便是它全部的猎法。它知你的名，知你从何处来，知那个至今仍系着你心的名字。你以为自己正走向一个相识之人，脚下踏进的，却是一张等你许久的口。 食其心者，见人便知其名，亦知其名下所藏的一切。你开口唤谁，谁便信你三分，因为世上除了至亲，再没人知晓他最深的隐秘。 可这份礼，算不得福。你从此再遇不到一个干净的人。每一个名字入耳，都带着一整条人命的重量。每一桩谎，每一分悔，每一件在漫长沉默里深埋多年的隐秘。 它对你说的第一句话，永远是你的名字。
棲 招搖之山 Mount Zhaoyao
有獸焉，其狀如禺而白耳，其名曰狌狌，食之善走。