You never know whether there will be a second you in this world.
You have never thought about how you would live or survive without proof of existence in this era of highly developed information exchange.
You never know how many fairies are dormant under the light and shadow of the endless traffic and crowds of people.
Those cosplayers wearing heavy makeup. What do you think is a monster? He doesn't wear revealing clothes, he never smiles crookedly, he doesn't have seductive eyes, he never poses, and he's not absolutely beautiful. He is the devil in life.
She is just a drifting part of all living beings. She has no sad family, no tear-jerking experiences, and no beautiful appearance. Before her rebirth, she was an ordinary high school student who worked hard like everyone else. After her rebirth, she was just an ordinary citizen doing nothing in the fast-paced life of the city.
There is no fascinating plot, only the pale past hidden behind the photo on the bedside.
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This is a story with no ending.
Because you and I never know when that moment will be the end.
Maybe you will appear again next second to tell me a brand new story.
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