Streets, laughter, paintings, and an hourglass.
Across the far end of time, we look at each other.
Please note before entering:
Professor pairing.
Updates irregularly.
Physical and emotional angst.
Characters may be out of character.
Original plot may be altered.
A chaotic, wild fantasy with no concern for canon.
Golden finger cheat installed: zombie shapeshifter and immortality. Yes, the heroine isn't human!
Other notes: too many to list.
This story is a chaotic product of real life and the many versions of the despicable professor who have ruined my sense of right and wrong.
(So don't expect this story to follow any warm, saintly, little-wife salvation route.)
By the way, to some extent, my imagination runs wild in this story, so you can read it as a horror film.
Eastern cultivation is a personal pet peeve of mine. There will absolutely be no cultivation saving the world.
The heroine is set as an East Asian only to make it easier for me to indulge my fantasies.
This script was originally a BE where I got bitten by a dog,
but now it's taking a self-torturing, angst-filled route to a so-called HAPPY END, so please read with care.
I'm busy with all sorts of things at the moment. Though this is expected to be a medium-length story, I write very slowly and tend to revise the wording and details of old chapters whenever I feel like it.
I can only promise I won't abandon it, but my typing speed is slower than a turtle.
The tone feels gentler now... How frustrating. Where's the promised suspense and horror?
"Suddenly, the paint pooled on the ground showed signs of dragging, leaving red traces, one step at a time." The word "step" feels a bit abrupt. It should be invisible here. It would be better to describe it in another way.
"Suddenly, the paint pooled on the ground showed signs of dragging, leaving red traces, one step at a time." The word "step" feels a bit abrupt. It should be invisible here. It would be better to describe it in another way.