The Chat Thinks I'm a Really Good Person

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I stopped watching it after finishing it for free back then because I didn't have any pocket money. I watched it intermittently afterward, and now I've finished it. It's great!

Like the embers after a dazzling firework display. It's so painful, so empty. I stubbornly dislike this ending, even though it is indeed reasonable. Yes, as a tragic character, Kita Kirihara's ending can already be considered a happy one. Even the strongest emotions will be worn away by tens of thousands of experiences. Only A-Yuan's absolute emptiness and absolute self-deception can allow him to still have something to cherish after returning to his original world, or rather, to have a purpose and act like a person. A-Yuan anchors herself in love, and thus her love is an emotion so profound that it allows readers who empathize with her to savor this ultimate emotion. But her story is tragic because the background of this story is tragic. A world facing crisis uses all living beings as a stage to earn energy, continuing for thousands of years and countless cycles. The crisis is external and extremely severe. As the only driving force to break the deadlock, A-Yuan is destined to sacrifice herself. From another perspective, if the ending is a family portrait, then what is the crisis plaguing the world? A child's game? But the greater tragedy stems from the dissolution of meaning. The whole story is permeated with love, and everything A-Yuan does is for love. But if love itself originates from a fiction, then what is the point of everything? The ending fundamentally questions meaning, revealing the nihilistic nature of A-Yuan. Everything seems like an empty container, reacting to the outside world like a walking corpse—what are those two hundred-plus chapters of the story? A dazzling firework, blooming and then disappearing without a trace in an instant? This is A Yuan's most fundamental tragedy. She loves acting and stories, but in my eyes, acting and storytelling are means to achieve a goal, not the goal itself. Therefore, she is empty and inhuman. I like this character and hope she can have happiness as a human being, so I feel sad. So in my eyes, this is a tragedy, a story of a fully fleshed-out character being emptied out and reduced to a machine. But this is only a tragedy in my eyes, because whether a person is happy is never defined by others. Kita Kirihara's sorrow is only as I perceive it. I hope she can be influenced by emotions, rather than playing a role with absolute rationality, performing a stage play, and telling a story. I believe that irrational impulses stemming from emotions are fundamental to being human, the source of meaning, and what distinguishes humans from machines. Ah Yuanyuan is like a machine programmed to "play a certain role". So the twist in the ending was a bit hard for me to accept. It's not even a tragedy, because if it were a tragedy, I could savor the despair and sorrow, allowing my senses to be numbed by the intense emotions. It left me with a feeling of emptiness. All the brilliance and emotions in the story are like dazzling fireworks; even though they will eventually fade, they will leave a shining mark in the hearts of the audience. Turning into ashes is not the end of fireworks; it is being denied that they ever existed. But as a story, it's plausible, because if A-Yuan were a person, anchored by emotions, she absolutely couldn't survive in this scripted world. Only by abandoning meaning herself could she achieve a "happy ending" in this story where "the world is a script, and everything is meaningless." So, beyond the story itself, it becomes a tragedy. I really like this book, so I'm so sad. I was a little angry when I first read the ending, and I spent an hour writing some words. But I'm not sad anymore now that I've written this far. I've figured it out, but it's still a little bitter. It's a good ending, but I really didn't want it to be like this...

Hey everyone, do you have any other similar books that feature characters from *Revue Starlight*? I'd like to read them.