The Me of This World and the Me of That World

When I was born, the world was no longer the same as described in the book. The bright sky, blue ocean, and green colors only existed in books in my memory. When I woke up, this world was so strange. I was like a stranger drifting here, but I could never return to that home. Various neon lights, huge holographic projections, tall buildings, dim nights and the rain that never stopped, these were all phantoms of this world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.