Setting, outline, and writing are three completely different things.
I felt like a failure. I pushed and rebuilt over and over again until I lost the courage to continue. The most painful thing was that I found that my writing power could not support the world I set. The "game that feels like suicide" that I said a long time ago now seems to be really suicide.
Ah... Sad.
I want to rephrase this post, I'm so sorry.
——I have traveled through time. The cause is unknown, the conditions are unknown, the medium is unknown, and the landing place seems to be something like an altar in a dense forest, but this is not the most important thing. All around me were lying around or struggling to wake up like me - my classmates. An hour later, fifty-eight students wearing red winter school uniforms looked at each other on the altar in the dense green forest. I asked, are there too many votes for this involuntary and forced time travel? Can the Eight-Finger Zen writer in front of the screen not play this suicidal game? ——————————————————.
Conception: