This is a collection of short stories
I don't quite know why I wrote it
Or maybe it's because the images in online novels are becoming increasingly weird and the sentences are vulgar and vulgar.
Maybe it's because I can't speak, so I want to speak through the hole left in my heart.
In short, although my works are not updated very quickly, they must be the product of repeated polishing.
Looking forward to resonate with you
Concept: The stitched self, the flickering neon lights, the silent shouting soul