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Yesterday is no longer
Future of Ming Dynasty
There was the sound of dice falling to the ground, and the secret keeper was secretly making a decision...
You gaze upon something indescribable, reflected in the sunlight at the bottom of the sea.
The monster's breath formed bubbles, and the transparent diaphragm was dark blue and purple, and then gradually turned into gray, yellow and red.
The sweet and stinking mist rises from the bottom of the sea, almost gently brushing against the tip of your nose and ears. Have you seen heaven? Still in the corner of the abyss, the shadow of death hangs over you, fear trembles at your fingertips...
Believers of darkness, have you heard it? It is the will of Cthulhu calling...
A human named Osamu Dazai entered the water again, and in Tsurumi River he felt the malice of the universe. It was the inner side of the nature of the world, which was indescribable, indescribable, irrational, and crazy and twisted...
The nameless fog spread across the street corner, and the man in gray was flying with a scalpel on his fingertips, leaving behind the dissected art. On the charred dead branches burned by the fire, the robin screamed sadly:
"It's me! It's me!"
The Rhine flows over the body of a headless girl, whose naked feet the undertaker kisses. There are stars dripping on the suicide props behind the cold display window, and the doll sits on the top of the tower with love-filled roses pinned behind its ears.
Honey, it's looking at you...
This world is hopeless and empty and false, so...
Dazai, do you want to wake up with me?
Wake up from this rotten and oxidized world!
You are like the skylight and cloud shadows, how can you be warm or cold when you fall?
"When I met you, I thought..." The young man with emptiness in his eyes smiled, "An angel has come to the world."
Purpose: redemption