[Dark direction, mainly plot] [I will use the gradually growing agent as the source to tell you a fantasy world of rise and fall after the end of the world] This is the best of times, this is the worst of times. Some people pray to the gods, while others draw the ground as a prison. Some people wrap their bodies in horse leather, and some people confuse right and wrong. Some people believe in hope, while others give up on life. This is the spring of life, this is the winter of death. Some people ascend to heaven and some people fall to hell. The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the knowledge of warmth and coldness, this is the human world. The cp appears randomly, and it's not below the neck anyway. It doesn't matter if they attack each other. The protagonist is half a lunatic. Update depends on if anyone leaves a message, over.
Intention: I hope to think about some philosophy while writing...