I don't remember anything.
What is my name, what is my identity, and all my past are like a wrong sketch, which has been erased cleanly by an invisible hand with an eraser.
Only the knowledge that ordinary people should have is still engraved in my brain like the imprints left by strokes, preventing me from chewing my fingers and mumbling like an ignorant newborn child.
French/gram! Do I still have to thank "him"? !
——The copy is as follows——
Suddenly waking up from Arkham, I was confused.
Who I am? Where do I come from? Where to go?
The ultimate question of philosophy is bothering me, who has an empty mind.
However, the place is harmonious and friendly, everyone is talented and speaks nicely.
Hey, room and board are also included, and the neighbor is a circus ringleader, and the jokes he tells are really hilarious.
Otherwise, don't go out. It feels like there are some strange, dark, painful things flying around outside!
Ha... Haha
Falling fast
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Wusang's second article!
Ahaha, let's express our thoughts first, and wait until the pitfalls of the first article are filled before we start again (it will probably take a long time)
Let me reiterate, the writing is rubbish, the logic is dead, the OOC is serious, and a lot of self-made
Wusang will tell you secretly again: I am a copywriting fraudster.
Ah ha ha ha ha, fall soon
The cp has been set, it should be more obvious, right?
Purpose: Find yourself
