Today's Me and Yesterday's Her

Games are still poems, they are still reality, they are still on the road. .... The heavy rain made a lot of water in the woods. There were woods all around the water. I thought of an elf jumping happily on the water and among the woods. After a while, I saw a lot of graveyards. A little girl was squatting inside, reading a book next to the graves. So strange, so lonely, so pitiful, so comfortable... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.