In a sense, it originates from the crazy and magnificent fantasy of a 17-year-old girl. Hera lives neurotically in the gap between reality and ideals, as if she has been dreaming. She is suspicious of everything around her, distrustful, and avoids people and society. Lilith is an exception. She is charming, gentle, and seductive, like a ripe and bright apple. She throws driftwood to the suffocating Hera again and again. They are all people in the flood, but they hurt each other, degrade each other, and pity each other...
This shouldn't be a very pleasant work, and I don't even know why. The author is an illiterate who is tired of learning, and writes wherever he thinks...
Intention: Indulgent, rebellious, abstract, sad youth time, they burn in the memory, only once