I haven't written anything for a long time, and when I do, I am my own spectator, so I'll give it a try by posting a short article first.
This story came to mind when I looked at the skull pendant on my key ring. The cute skull that had been with me for almost three years and turned white finally sat on the throne of the source of terror. There is a little bit of magic and a little bit of love in the story, but what you get in the end is in vain. Maybe what you should cherish is the present. Although you know it, you will not wake up if you don't stab your heart with a knife. Let the bloody heart laugh at your own ignorance and bear the pain that you bring to yourself.
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