Apart from death, I am afraid that only when I am writing can I feel a little bit relieved. It makes me feel like I have reached the northernmost point of the earth. I saw tens of thousands of irregular auroras swimming around. Or maybe countless meteors hit the ground heavily. It makes my chest feel like boiling water. Turned to feel lost. Because I am still alive and have not left. We will never disappear. Don't know where to go? It's like we don't know how we got here.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
