I don't know what my name is, I just know that everyone calls me - a delusional person.
I can see things that other people can't, but when I discuss what I see with them, they always say "sick" disdainfully and walk away muttering.
I am sitting on my little blue bed in my small house of less than twenty square meters, writing the stories I saw for everyone.
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Purpose: To show the faith that everyone insists on and the "dream of stars" that still shines in the dark night