Just as I keep saying "equality" over and over while staring at a book, like repeating fickle wedding vows, in your eyes we are a bunch of monsters who never grow old. Bullets can't kill us, and time can't take us away… We follow the darkness, hiding within it. In the darkest side of this world… If we do not raise our weapons, but instead raise our pale hands, violence and bloodshed will fall upon the innocent. If this world has no order to keep it running, darkness will overturn the light, and demons will become angels… No medicine can cure her illness. Whoever used the tip of a vile dagger to pierce her chest, leaving her tossing and turning in endless agony, she should go back and seek the person who wounded her, like an injured whale speeding across the ocean to reach the shore.
Illustration ID: Nishuizhan Zhi Hua
Many thanks to this person for all their generous help. Not only with the illustrations, but also by correcting many of my settings and theoretical errors.
If you find any errors or awkward phrasing, please leave a comment!
