A praying mantis, a dying tree, a newborn kitten, a mottled stone tablet...
After I died, I actually gained the ability to talk to all living things, and from this I learned those stories full of regrets...
Someone asked me to write down all these stories and tell them to them. I could only do it and record their regrets in a book to gain a moment of stability for myself...
"You can call this the Archives of Civilization, or you can use this as a garbage recycling place! I really don't know why you have to come here, a place where ghosts don't shit..."
I was speechless, I could only express with a wry smile, how could he know that some people are much more miserable alive than dead...
Purpose: To record those little-known regrets