Saya Sain is a young writer who thinks she is extremely ordinary.
Maybe you will meet her somewhere in the world.
She would open her black notebook and read out short stories one after another written with quills, fountain pens, and water-based pens.
Maybe you will feel familiar - even feel that it is written about the people around you.
But for your doubts, Saya will only say.
"Hush, the soul that shines like gold and is as deep as obsidian is waking up."
The girl named S, S took the silk thread from the hand of the goddess of fate.
Compiled into words and printed on thousands of years of silence.
Manor, city, country, town, wind, sea, wilderness.
She closed the book and opened it again.
The original sadness completely disappeared.
Something new and beautiful is coming.
The original work Party Examination Party Warning, I wrote it completely as a parallel world. The analogy is jo1 and jo7. If you don't like it, don't enter. The stupid author loves logic, so suggestions are welcome. The world view is explained in the comment area earlier.
Intention: to revise what is a foregone conclusion and to imagine what is beyond the future