I built a castle for myself that was incompatible with the dim sky, and quietly told stories one after another in it. Sometimes, while I was telling it, my shadow would accidentally fall into the story. Don't worry, I pull it out carefully, I can't tolerate any part of me in these stories, although sometimes I can't stop them. If I could, I wish I could shed a tear for each story, even if there is nothing worth crying about.
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