In a complex society, human nature rolling in the darkness has obliterated some original and pure souls.
Does what is passed down by word of mouth necessarily be the truth?
Clues form a web, covering the truth being sought. Live up to ten years of persistence in exchange for the final answer and a fiery sincerity. All the warmth converges into light, giving the little boat a direction.
I know that persistence is paranoia. But I just don't believe this can be regarded as the so-called truth. When I regard his death as a firm belief, all difficulties can be solved. After a heavy rain, no spider web can be left behind.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
