In the wilderness strewn with corpses,
on the dead man's head,
The cuckoo smiled teasingly.
The souls of the dead are mourned by the sound of crows,
No one can cross the dead souls.
Campus article, interstellar mecha.
[More private settings]
third person
Fate update.
[No surprise, just fright]
Intention: Heaven moves vigorously, a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement