Don't Talk About the World

Standing with their backs facing each other outside the boundary between black and white, the shackles on their wrists are as light as nothing, their white fingertips draw the outline of light and shadow, the red color mercilessly buries time, the heat from their breaths envelops the boundary between each other, and the smiles in their eyes are dim and dim. The endless web of red love threads... ——Who is the real node? Shhh.... Don't talk... We are all... The person in the play... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.