Zhou Gong dreamed of butterflies, Shu Yi dreamed of Zhu, and Yin Mengling.
Virtuality and reality, dreams and reality, unclear, continuous and intermittent.
I don't know how to explain this. In short, it originated from a dream of mine. I don't understand why I had this dream. But the beginning of it all also started with that dream.
This article is written in the first person and is somewhat semi-literary. There are also some pretending to be b.
Hope you all like it.
*Actually, this article cannot be said to be about beauty in a strict sense, but only about ambiguous beauty. One of the chapters is a little scary, so please be mentally prepared.