(No harem, no routine, no system, no brainlessness, moderate pace, please be careful if you mind.)
There are many races in the world.
The stars are too dazzling, so I will make them disappear!
The road under my feet is thorny, so I will take a new path!
Is the spark created by the intersection of the seven little animals in the orphanage a trick of fate or a man-made arrangement? There are already chips on the wheel of fate.
Is there something wrong with the prophecy? Something went wrong in these short two and a half minutes. No! No! Why is this happening? Dong~dong~dong~ The sound of the heart gradually becomes deafening. True "reason", no, "reason" actually decomposes and reorganizes into
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/ ヽ ﾉ
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＼つ. .
