The book says that dreams are the product of memory, the derivative of desire, and the record of the soul.
I doubt it.
Because I have no memory before the age of thirteen, and because I have the ability to turn dreams into reality.
Later, I gradually stopped dreaming, and the miraculous ability like the magic pen Ma Liang also disappeared.
I once thought it was a hallucination during my illness, or maybe my growth took this fairy tale away from my world.
Until one day, after closing my eyes and opening them again, I suddenly realized that something out of my control had appeared in my life.
It is the opposite of the falling body, the splendid fireworks that explode into the sky.
It was a pitch-black tower hanging upside down above the boundless pale desert.
It's the smiley balloon tied to the wrist, the cyan sword slashing at the mountains and the sea, the transparent umbrella shielding the wind and rain from the turbulent currents.
It's the phrase "treasure" that comes after the wrong person passes by.
——It's myself, myself, myself.
"I'm fine."
"Nice to meet me."
About "Diary":
1) The text is in the third person because it was recorded by me; the text is in the first person because it was copied from Xiao Shisan's
2) Please feel free to use any Narcissus CP related to "me", others will be really OOC
3) You can say that my record is substandard, and you can also make subjective comments on the characters and plot (after all, you are just watching, I am just recording, and everyone is just living)
4) For various reasons, I will not appear in the comment area, but others may not (the characters can distinguish themselves, welcome to play)
5) Fragments of dreams are everywhere. If you are destined, you will find them when you realize it.
That's all. I don't know how to write an introduction. Feel free to stay or leave as you please. Happy reading.
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Intention: I will save me from fire and water thousands of times
