The black fog chasing me became clear under the rising sun. I couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but I couldn't accept it.
I tried to stop, and he wrapped me gently first and stroked my cheek.
Finally I let my guard down and reached out my hand to touch him too.
Unexpectedly, suddenly, the black mist wrapped around my arm and strangled my body tightly. It felt like my blood vessels were about to burst.
In an instant - my body turned into dense blood spots and scattered in all directions. Leaving a perfectly cut arm on a path lined with reeds.
It was all my imagination, I had turned everything upside down.
Tenderness is all false, chasing only to devour.
The morning sun is the sunset.
This book is dedicated to the dreamy ghost girl who likes floral pants, and to you who are afraid of the unknown world.