
The Evil of Flowers, Also Known as the True Vacuum Old Rose
花之恶,或名真空古玫瑰
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- Ongoing
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- 264k Words
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- Free Fanfiction
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Congratulations on the new book! And are there any changes to the settings starting two years later in this new save file? I hope to see a pseudo-setting collection like the previous Moe Hundred Blogs (萌百).
The interrogation post is here.
A few thoughts
The world of idols is very unfamiliar to me, and I know very little about pop music because I think modern pop music, especially the part from Japan, has a rather unpleasant tendency toward Gallegosization. But idols, as an element that coexists with popular music yet predates it, evoke images of people walking among the reeds in Canaan, people slowly circling the Black Stone in Kaaba, shamans in the land of Jingchu painting their faces with deep rouge, victors of the War of the Flowers lying on the cold stone platform of Tenochtitlan, artillerymen in tricorn hats and curly hair issuing orders to fire at ancient statues, and blond geniuses playing guitar on stage in wool shirts and ripped jeans. I prefer to believe that these people are radiant at this moment, young and full of life. Regardless of their fate or what they will do, libido and will forever belong to youth. I believe that idol worship should be a superhuman endeavor. Whether it's a charismatic leader or young people entertaining others through dance, they are all building a battlefield of willpower in this ever-changing, unknowable, and objective world. They bear a heavy responsibility, reconciling their own desires with those of others. Blind obedience makes them a public servant, while blind arrogance makes them a tyrant. Finding the right middle ground between the two is the leeway of the strong. As someone who falls right in my favorite ball zone, Ms. Yukina certainly belongs to this category. I believe that both the author and the elements she creates evoke thoughts similar to those presented in this book: weariness, sorrow, and toil, yet life still holds poetry, metaphysics, and much more that can offer solace. A little pain is a knife, but life is a rough diamond.
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The card illustrations uploaded to the illustration section of this book have been removed. I'm completely baffled. It seems that miho is still too authoritative.