I crossed the space of death, built a bridge with my twisted psychology, and built the ivory tower with my strange spirit, trying to enter one of those rooms.
Only creatures called "human beings" exist as independent individuals, which is different from the commonly recognized world. Under the influence of "butterflies", the most useless independent individuals are the existences that have been abandoned by it. In the ancient and mysterious city of absurdity, there are glyphs that exceed the threshold of understanding, and extremely emotional singing voices are heard from the unreachable depths...
The perpetrator who appears in the darkness... The so-called victim, the subjective consciousness and psychology...
"Open your eyes and look at them, and watch the hope of life wipe you out... Just as you wish, I am the messenger who is here to fulfill your wish!"
Leading the most primitive instinct, he touched the existence of the perpetrator, and touched the absurd, nihilistic and real world.
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"He's just sick."
"You did nothing wrong, you were just sick."
"When we get better, we will go to the Black Sea and find the rocky island you mentioned."
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Is this really just a well-known disease...
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"Sickness is sin"
This name may not have much to do with the work, but I don't know what to name it, so I'll leave it at that...
Concept: The weak protagonist must be reined in
