The World I Write

Life is just a flash in the pan, and after so many roads, we finally see the end. The pen was dancing rapidly, and a young man was doing his homework. After a long time, "Take a rest for a while, then get up and write again, just for a while..." The young man slowly closed his eyes. He did not notice that the surroundings seemed to be changing. The ballpoint pen on the table was slowly rolling down, "click" time stopped, and the young man's body was gradually disappearing... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.