Disgusting, nauseating, and realistic, this story reflects the harsh truths of real life. The strange spaces are, to a greater or lesser extent, connected to reality.
There is no protagonist, or perhaps none is needed.
Everyone is trapped in their own separate space. They can use the points they earn in each instance to do anything, but everything has already been arranged.
There is no way to communicate with anyone else in the spaces. They can only talk to themselves. Keep this up long enough and they may grow numb, like puppets. There are rules, but no hints. They can only figure them out alone, piling up lives to uncover each rule.
There are no gods in this world. The so-called gods are nothing more than a hope desired by the weak-hearted.
There is no hell in this world. Some people are simply dissatisfied with reality. They feel they have worked so hard without getting anything in return, while others can achieve things with ease, and resentment takes root in them.
Heaven is nothing but the final fantasy of the dying. They keep placing their hopes in it, helpless and laughable.
Clowns who are always moved by their own acts and comforting themselves.
No one gets through life without a struggle. Everyone has endured all kinds of hardships and setbacks.
Looking at things plainly is not enough to see through illusions. Only an outside observer can judge.
Everyone in this story has their own thoughts. Don’t judge everyone by one person. Each is an individual, with a perspective limited to what they know at the time.
The plot is guaranteed to be original. Nothing has been stolen, and no one else’s formula has been copied. After all, these things reflect reality.
Everything written here is just what the characters in the story think. It does not represent everything about this world. Don’t take it seriously, and don’t believe it.
