Stream of consciousness copywriting
When I woke up, I found that there was no door in the room and there was only one window. Outside the window, there was an unknown world filled with white fog... There was a person, who seemed to be a man in the background, slowly blending into the fog and walking away... So I chased after him.
What awaits me there? What awaits me there?
The broken pieces of paper that represent memories that I keep discovering seem to reveal some truth that I cannot bear.
Who will cover my eyes, tie my limbs, let me suppress this instinct of exploration, so that my world will not collapse.