This is my essay. My world view is world-weary.
The protagonist is a sycamore tree, which has grown for half a century and has long been numb to the world and the sophistication of human beings. However, he meets a girl who says it is light.
I don't know if it will be finished, but I hope you will understand the horror of numbness after reading it and love life!
This essay is updated randomly, sorry.
(The cover has nothing to do with this article, just because the author doesn't know how to do it)
Intention: world-weary