Code these words again, just to seek a freedom recognized by yourself, or to build a free country. There is no temperature here, and the darkness is terrifying, but there is a heartbeat called happiness that makes people not afraid of the cold. There are no restraints or disguises here. But the road to freedom is filled with blood. In order to pursue freedom, you are destined to coexist with blood and light. Just in the entanglement of love, in the trembling dark night, can you control your heartbeat and usher in your own dawn? When the person you protect dies because of you, do you still have the courage to firmly believe that hands stained with blood can build the future, or do you doubt that you were a mistake from the beginning?
This world is born from reality and illusion, and grows from exploration and struggle. Are you willing to step into my world at this moment, listen to me, fall into it, and build with me?