In fact, this is just a text formed by the author's resentment against God for the beauty of the world in the middle of the night before the mid-term exam.
It's hard to understand.
People who feel that way, I understand.
It's actually a short story.
It seems to be a long one.
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Gala sat on the windowsill as always, tilting her head and staring blankly at the slums outside the window.
Gala's parents were nobles. Because of their strange habits, they built a very luxurious villa in the center of the slum.
- It feels really bad to be stared at eagerly by people outside every day.
Gala grabbed a corner of her blue skirt and smiled, a bright smile.
Then she tore a piece of fabric from her skirt.
- That blue, clean, transparent color is really annoying.
Looking at the scattered rags, Gala smiled even brighter than before.
- Sure enough, it's better to destroy it.
Both mother and father love me.
- Like? What is that? Can it be eaten?
Gala mentally crossed out the word.
- Without love, I should destroy this world.
- Right?
- Right...