Absolutely Trembling

(No heroine, no noob, no pretending to be a pig, no slap in the face) The breeze stirred up when the butterfly flaps its wings needs to be repaid with the suffocation of the low air pressure before the rainstorm; the bones piled up under the throne of power will eventually turn into chains wrapped around the neck when you dream back at midnight; even the sweet traps pushed by the algorithm are quietly overdrawing the credit limit of your concentration. The pleasure, glory and shortcuts that seem to be within easy reach are just bills paid in advance by fate in the shadows. Some people are obsessed with the gilding pattern on the surface of the gift box, but turn a blind eye to the price tag made of blood and tears in the interlayer. It wasn't until one day that a sickle stretched out from the abyss hooked their ankles, and they were shocked to realize that all gifts were marked with interest, and all light supported shadows. All those who face the truth will fall into reincarnation forever.