A gaze like a charming cobra. Do you really feel like you are you? Thorns wrap around your white limbs. Bright red blood flowed from the wound. Roses take root in the abyss. Hug me, and put your cold hands on my waist. Lift up my drooped head. A truth covered up by lies, obsessive thoughts in a diary, dazzling scars, and gray traps are waiting. "Chloe, don't you want to know the truth?" The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, like a charming demon. Did you ever know that the real abyss is around you? "The truth may be simpler than you think
Intention: self-awareness and facing reality