Living Like an Island

I thought that I was the chosen one, and that no matter how embarrassing the situation was, I would make great achievements. I saw the warmth and warmth of human nature at the bottom. Being born as a human being, a slightly comical indifference and occasional kindness were not enough to sustain the darkness. The cement monster enslaved a group of people and was enslaved at the same time. I was tired of the life that I could see to the end but could not get to the shore, but I had no ability to change it all. After all, I lived like an isolated island. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.