That lunatic, he hugged a stone all day long and always talked to himself. People in the village said he was sick, and I always thought he was sick. I heard that when he was twelve or thirteen years old, he had his appendix cut out and his gallbladder cut out because of excessive eating. I also heard that he had pancreatitis. Even, he was a lunatic...
"I don't want to die! I want you back. If you come back, we can talk about anything, ah! Don't come over, I won't let you hurt anyone!" He was always mumbling in his mouth. He was indeed a lunatic, but one day... I grabbed his hand and he dragged me to another world. It was so familiar. Who am I? Am I still alive... Is this reality or an illusion?
Intention: Don't be decadent