*
When did he stop thinking about killing himself?
It was as if he had found a new path.
He began to pick up a paintbrush and depict another world,
throwing his whole self into every stroke,
creating simply for the sake of creation,
allowing no one else to touch it,
and doing everything he could to give it life.
He was just like a primordial magician.
*
Of course,
he would not crave anyone's understanding, either.
From the instant he plunged into the depths of the sea,
his heart had long since left this place.
He had seen the possibility of another world.
That was all.
~ Before You Start Reading ~
◇ As you can see, this is an Ib fanfiction, but it does not tell the story of Ib, Garry, and Mary. As for who the protagonist is, everyone has probably already guessed.
The chapters are like little stories that come together to form one larger story, telling what lies behind each painting.
◇ It will probably be a long time before I start this fic. For now, I'm mainly writing Naruto fanfiction.
I rolled in when I saw IB