[Brain Collection] the World Ends

[All the locked articles are open, find them in the column] A place where unformed inspiration is stored, a place dedicated to rehabilitation. No one is looking at me, so I can move freely and throw out my ideas. Every time I throw out my imagination, I will mark it as finished because I like little saplings. Ah! Why can't I control my hands? ! ! Why am I always cutting my own legs? ! ! Word! Move! Move! I want to see the follow-up! ! ! Conception: