Copywriting one:
Zhongyuan Zhongya swore that he was really human.
The world is always going crazy, but never including the personifications of Apocalis.
He admitted that most of the time, Apokalis's sociology was adequate for a passing grade, except...
"Hey, why are you obsessed with death?"
"Someone once told me that death is just leaving the world and going to the sea of flowers on the other side, where all the separated people will meet again."
"But in my long life, I gradually understood that death is a half-finished poem, an abrupt end of life, with no sea of flowers and no goodbyes. Nothing, nothing more."
——Excerpted from "Death in the Family"
Osamu Dazai refused to share the responsibility. What a pathetic guy, clinging to something he can't get no matter what.
But he didn't expect that this guy would become his colleague, and he would have the endorsement of the Special Agents Division.
They are simply more fake than him and have been plagiarizing him!
By the way, how did a person who wrote "want a book" as the reason for joining become a full-time employee?
Naked shady story!
——Excerpt from "He Walks in the Echoes of Death"
Do my eyes also deceive me? Atsushi Nakajima doesn't know.
Corpses lay everywhere, cries continued, and human life was far more fragile than Liuli under the baptism of gunfire.
Is this hell? No.
"Atsushi, welcome to 1913."
"I dreamed of this body lying in a wasteland."
"People have erected black obelisks, but no one has carved an epitaph for me."
"In winter, new snow falls on my tomb. In spring, life wraps around my finger bones and blooms a purple-white iris next to the tombstone, swaying gently in the wind."
"Finally, they and I met again in that sea of flowers."
——Excerpted from "All Quiet on the Western Front"
People are in chains everywhere, Fyodor prefers to call it an ideal, and the time to realize it is close at hand.
A confused warrior, a victim of war, a butterfly that stirs up a hurricane.
In a reunion full of calculations, Fyodor reached out to the man.
"Do you want to see a world without pain?"
With the dagger hanging on Fyodor's chest, he succeeded, and a slender hand responded to him.
God, the radiance of ideals is so warm.
——Excerpted from "Your loneliness is glorious even though it is defeated"
Copywriting two:
Fyodor met a strange gentleman in Moscow, wearing mourning clothes and black veil. He always stopped and stared at the newly built sculpture [The Mother of the Victor].
He always carries a bouquet of irises covered with dewdrops in his arms and places it in front of the sculpture in the early morning, day after day.
A victim of war, he thought.
One day, out of disgust for the war, he accosted this gentleman.
As he spoke, he talked about the aftermath of the superpower war. The criminals who caused the killings were not tried. The politicians just carved out concessions in the defeated countries, and then continued their lust.
Only soldiers who died in battle could not return home.
Silence, dead silence, no one responding.
Fyodor finally looked directly into his eyes for the first time through the black veil covering his face. It was gray, with neither anger nor sadness, like the haze that shrouded the battlefield all day long,
Existing, but useless.
He has been damaged by the war. Fyodor asserted calmly.
Nothing came of this trip to Russia, maybe he will leave tomorrow.
At night, when he was browsing his departure tickets, he received news from his subordinates in Geneva: "All those war criminals are dead."
The throat was sealed with a knife, the technique was clean and crisp, blood spurted out on the wall and turned into a butterfly spreading its wings.
Finally, he turned off the communication device, put on his woolen coat, left the stronghold, and walked towards the square in the daytime.
Moscow looked desolate enough in the night, and a bouquet of iris flowers was placed next to the Peace Stone.
The traces of morning dew still remain on the petals, like a drop of dried tears.
A butterfly landed on an iris.
Author's abbreviation:
1. A short story written in the third person, not too long, mainly about family and friendship.
2. Updated after the college entrance examination, 2 to 3 times a week.
3. The deputy CP is Wei Lan Wu Cha
4. There will be one or two derivative characters from original writers to complete the world view, but they will not take up much space (in fact, not much at all), they will just tell the story of the family.
5. Support our family ties, ask for friendship, and ask for help without cp.
6. My friend is a well-meaning Russian named Fei Jia, but they backstab each other.
7. Some Cthulhu worldview settings will be adopted, and those who are outrageous will not be allowed to enter.
8. The protagonist seems to have some special feelings for the Cthulhu Outer God.
The copy was written on August 16, 2025, and has been screenshotted.
Purpose: I only wish for world peace
