Fake copy:
When the black thorns pierce the decayed soil and split the illusion of covering, when the ruined flower branches bloom and new buds spread and grow - slowly passing through the calm and the fog, we arrive at a piece of illusion. In the depths of my dream, at the end of pure white, I finally saw a few stars!
Real copy:
On the survival rules of drama queens and perverts
Good at moving oneself, drama and sex vs beautiful, perverted and psychotic attack
Concept: False happiness and cruel reality