Arms

I want to write a world that the author cannot control. The person who writes, that is, me, does not know what will happen next. There are rules in novels that can be found, which are routines, but reality is often more absurd and there are no rules to find. Isn't the novel just another world? I am an observer, responsible for picking out the main things and recording them. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.