I'm Walking Through Madness

The mirror of the world is so bright that it cannot reflect my appearance! Crazy in the dream, awake in the dream, crazy in the dream, crazy in the dream You can know the history in the dream, but who will know it outside the dream after waking up? I am a crazy traveler. I can't tell whether I am in a dream or outside a dream, or whether I am a body or a machine. The things I dreamed about countless times in my sleep may also be traces of my previous lives that have not been erased. The calmness of being depressed after waking up from the dream does not mean that I am not successful. While walking around, I don't know whether the dream is real or the dream is real. Just like when I started working as a tour guide in a museum, the sacred sword pierced my pupils. It's like I'm facing the sunset, but in the other half of my eyes, I'm chopping with the man holding the big ax under the bright sun. Or maybe I was sucked into the endless darkness, only to be embedded in the darkness by a huge interstellar monster. Where is reality and where is dream! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.