I'm not a good writer, I'm just telling a story.
Destination can be a somewhat absurd novel, but it is also nakedly true. Leona is just a silhouette of everyone living in the present and endlessly escaping. She cannot face her family and her heart, and has no courage to pursue those fleeting happiness. In her dream, she built her own playground. Pure white, a playground without fear, without sadness, where you don't need to face anything you don't want to face. She thought that by opening that door she could escape from that brutally true confession wrapped in alcohol and blurted out. She thought she could get the perfect ending she wanted.
After all, the playground is just a prison, and it can't violate the naked heart after all.
I am not writing this article for anything else, I just want Leona to be happy.
Conception: