As night falls, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away, replaced by a peaceful atmosphere. On such a peaceful night, moonlight falls on the old community, casting mottled shadows. Most of the residents in the community have already fallen asleep, with only a few scattered households still having dim lights on.

As night falls, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away, and all is silent. At this moment, you may have fallen asleep or leaned against the bedside flipping through books. And I, a phone charging cable lying quietly on the bedside table, opened up a secret monologue about electricity in this quiet late night.

It was a sunny morning, and I embarked on a long-awaited outdoor adventure with several like-minded friends. Our destination is a remote mountain with dense virgin forests, clear streams, and spectacular waterfalls. It is home to many wild animals and a paradise for exploration that we have longed for. We set off with enough food, tents, and various necessary equipment, full of passion.

On that peaceful and ordinary night, I sat alone under dim yellow lights, my phone screen flickering with a faint light, reminding me that my battery was about to run out. I habitually picked up the charging cable that had been with me for a long time from the cluttered desktop, gently inserting one end into the charging port of my phone, and firmly inserting the other end into the socket in the corner of the wall. Everything seemed so ordinary, like countless nights repeating a scene, but no one expected that this time, it would bring an unprecedented crisis.