Since ancient times, there have been vague and forbidding things separated from people on the other side. Its form is ethereal and its abilities are subtle. Remaining at the intersection of light and darkness, elusive.
There is a life hidden in all things, with various forms, which may give people abilities or disasters. They are interdependent with people, influence each other but conflict with each other and are slightly sad. They are called insects.
There are things that are summoned by important people, regain life, but harm the world as weapons. They are called devils.
There are evil things that attach themselves to people's bodies, inflate their desires, violently drive their behavior, and dig out the darkness in people's hearts. They are called black ghosts.
There are living things that exist in nature, whose actions can be controlled by their name, and which are invisible to ordinary people but are full of emotions and life, are called monsters.
Some are born because of loneliness, are crazy because of desire, and are bound by love. The gentle and slightly deserted sad thing, I call it, read.
I have been immersed in monsters and demons all day long, exploring their nature, feeling their anger, ignorance, joy and anger, and revealing the good and evil nature of human beings.
The feeling of love is why this article is written.
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