Has anyone ever doubted that the world we live in is real? Is it possible that it is just a virtual universe, or rather a programming setting.
No matter how each scene starts, you and I just come back with different identities.
We are trapped in constructed virtual worlds, forced to play different roles, and continue endless storylines. Everyone in the plot appears in turn just to repair the main line of the story.
And I continue to write every story just to meet you again...
Intention: No matter how many times I meet you, just because it's you
