The world is vast enough to see everyone’s face, vast enough to keep track of everyone’s life. Yet it is small enough that we cannot see into anyone’s heart, small enough to overlook the most wretched darkness at the bottom of society.
There are two colors in this world: white and black. White represents happiness, while black represents misfortune. One leads to heaven, the other to hell. The first is a wonderful choice, but the second becomes an inevitable outcome.
Their lives are filled with darkness and despair. They live in poverty and isolation, without even the most basic necessities and resources. Their lives are full of pain and torment. Marginalized by society, they suffer all kinds of discrimination and exclusion. They are denied opportunities and rights. Their lives are unjust and unequal. Their mental well-being is under constant threat. They are consumed by fear and unease. They are mired in hell’s swamp, numb in the prison of life. Abuse, violence, mistreatment, exploitation, obscenity, and more have shaped them...
We cannot describe the shape of a cloud, but we can describe darkness, happiness, love, and the soul. Soft, gentle water can turn hard in the cold. A single icicle can kill someone, turning into a weapon. Even the most priceless porcelain, once broken into shards, becomes sharp enough to kill many people.
Even when the windmill is gone, the wind remains.
The plots are interlocking, the reasoning logic is clear, and the content is substantial. I highly recommend [Love]
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