People often feel that the spirit, obsession, and meaning that can only be described and glimpsed with words are very vague and unreal.
But under the real world that we can contact, there is a universe born because of this. Like water, it is mixed with the real world but not melted. Like a shadow, it is tightly entangled in everyone who is unaware.
There is no physical restraint, and there is chaos and chaos. It is the womb that breeds so-called monsters and demons, and it is also the hometown of the lonely shadow of the soul.
I haven't thought about it yet.
Concept: There is no absolute right or wrong