There is a saying.
Richard Feynman proposed a theory. From the moment of the Big Bang, there was only one electron in the entire universe. It moves forward on the time axis from the beginning of the Big Bang to the end of the universe, then turns back and turns into positrons, traveling backwards in time, to the beginning of the birth of the universe. This cycle goes on endlessly for eternity. In other words, we ourselves, your father and mother, your lover, your dog, the endless flow of people in Manhattan, the quiet no-man's land of Taklimah, the nightless city of Lan Kwai Fong with singing and dancing birds, and the endlessly lonely plesiosaur twenty thousand miles under the sea are all just projections of the same electron moving forward and backward countless times. There is just such a single electron in the entire universe, going from the chaos of heaven and earth to the destruction of the universe, and then going back and starting all over again, over and over again.
The entire paragraph above is excerpted from other books. In fact, this is just a product that I wanted to write after reading a few tutoring articles. I don't have a definite CP. I just write about an unrelated person walking through that world.
The first generation of Vongola in the 19th century established Vongola amid turmoil.
Why was the bazooka born in ten years?
Sawada Tsunayoshi and his guardians a hundred years later.
Little stories about little people.
If these were all projections of an electron - they would still be moving forward. The footless birds are not hard, at least they think so, they just experience it without thinking about existence. And you have to move forward in a straight line even if your body is broken into pieces, which can probably be said to be a different kind of tragic.
If the world were an electron, nothing would change.