In this world, feathers turn into flames, flames turn into blood, blood turns into bones, and marrow flows in the bones. Everything will eventually turn into ashes, and the ashes turn into snow and fall to the earth.
The prophet and the madman fought on the earth, raising their swords against their loved ones and drinking with the empty heads of their lovers.
The woman of mist comes unarmed and leaves with empty sleeves. She is weaker than the villain and weirder than the prophet, so people speculate that she has murderous intentions and speaks oracles, but she is only elegant and relaxed, and only enjoys a piece of snow of her own.
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The story of an ordinary third-rate fantasy novelist.
The code name is White Crow, an adult who lives in his own world subtly (*note: force is 0).
Trace Meta/Use advanced mathematics for spells! ←There is such an expansion
It's not a comprehensive comic, it's just about the curse chapter, and the plot involved is probably daily life > prequel ≈ main story
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There is no picture, so put one here [At this time, the bog jumping fish saw through everything. Jpg]
[26 years old]
"It's quite frustrating sometimes..." The novelist said to him. "The fantasy-themed novels I write are not as realistic as real-life fantasy. I seem to be ridiculed."
The other party burst out laughing.
[26(28) Years old]
The fake astrologer thought for a moment and replied.
"I think... Life is not a river, we humans are. Humans are rivers of memory and animals of inertia. We keep flowing forward. As long as we are still pursuing eternity, we will never get eternity."
[16 Years old]
Man vs. God: Of course I won't convert.
Humanity: If you are in trouble, just kill me. I will continue to cause trouble for you as long as I live! I will do anything to make you feel troublesome! I'm born to be rebellious, don't want me to give in!
Purpose: Life is about giving up in time and never giving up
