Unsystematic, unhappy story, pure side story, fictitious historian, no main line, original based on Star Iron worldview, with very few self-contained characters.
Also known as: Star Dome Railway: The Next Morning at Infinity
I am now floating on the shore, looking at them and smiling.
Existence is nothingness and the universe is a lie.
Living beings discard "pure beauty" like worn-out shoes, and eat "destruction" like sweet sweetmeats.
Now that I have written, can the world be deceived?
God,
Can An make me unjust?
Ann can make me unreal?
Can I not know everything?
Do you think this world is too monotonous?
So I'm going to start making up my fiction.
Fictional history that has never been fictionalized by previous generations, fictionalized sentient beings struggling to survive in the blind spot where the Star God glances.
The memory of imagining people chasing unfinished tomorrows and imagining all things in infinite calculations denies the truth.
Then,
Let's start the one-day cycle.
I am everyone.
You are everyone.
