Such a pale summer day is like a river.
It is indifferent, but only a trace of wind can ruffle its tranquility.
But you are sleeping in this summer, weaving the nothingness of dreams.
K, you are so stupid.
Even if it sinks into the river, it insists on tightening my ankles.
So I spent the whole summer watching you lying there, like looking at a piece of white paper that was about to float away. When there is wind, it is the sound of your breathing.
K, you really make us suffer.
But, My boy. You make our life so real and bright.
:)
A pale story, filled with despair and madness. However, we still believe that it has a strong pulse and heartbeat.
Small notice:
The first five chapters of this article are the end of the story, and the sixth chapter begins with the normal narrative. The contents of the first five chapters are quite unimaginable, so if you are impatient, you can skip to Chapter Six.
Although, I really enjoyed the first five chapters...