The happiness pursued by hope is destroyed at the cost of the soul, which is cruel.
The extreme end of beauty is the desire at the end of life. The degradation of ugliness and beauty never cares about the line between them. What has been crossed, changed, cannot be returned, and what is irreversible is called reality. What strangles us or is too nihilistic to grasp the passing and broken dreams is not destiny.
We always hope for something better, we are always greedy and never learn to be satisfied. The world we live in.
Infinite horror fantasy fanfic. Campus style. CP Zheng Chu.