Let's play a game -
Bet that there is no so-called true love in this world; bet that everyone will only live for themselves; bet that all those who devote their sincerity will eventually be trampled on; bet that good will not be able to defeat evil; bet that the gentle breeze and straight bones will not be able to defeat the mean and shameless; bet that good people will not live long, and the harm will last for thousands of years.
There are two clear lines of black and white, each composed of countless grids. Standing on each point are you and me.
I'll bet: at the end of the story, you will be dragged into the boundless hell by me.
Hush,
Prick up your ears and listen carefully, the beautiful music of the piano is lulling the three-headed dog to sleep, and the cake containing sleeping grass is held in its mouth.
But did you really escape?
The barking venom has already soaked into your heart, and the judge's gavel has given the final word. Once sin grows, the accepted norms begin to deviate.
You can't control me,
Not to mention trying to right this out-of-standard human world.
Because the underworld,
Already empty.
Concept: How can a young man with fire in his hand be afraid of the erosion of darkness.