As we all know, secondary school syndrome is a symptom that occurs spontaneously after reaching a certain age. The specific manifestations and duration depend on individual circumstances.
In the early hours of the morning, the symptoms of the infection were mild. The worst thing I ever did was secretly writing a personal profile in a notebook when I was fourteen. However, unlike my friends who simply set up a camp to save or destroy the world, I just finished reading a bunch of Cthulhu masterpieces in the early morning and wrote an unusual character.
"There are endless mysteries in the universe, as well as countless darkness. In this darkness, there are people holding lamps to watch over the world."
"Behind him was nothingness and destruction, in front of him was death and despair, and silent murmurs were trying to drag him into madness."
"And he walked alone, using his body as a blade, a lone lamp, and a long wooden barn. The world doesn't know the shadows under the light, because there are always people who protect them well."
They are lonely and great, nameless and unmarked heroes - a batch of secondary school students
Many years have passed, and Chen Chen, who has long left the second grade of secondary school, dug out a notebook with character designs while cleaning the house. As he read it, he lamented that time is not forgiving. When he had a lot of imagination back then, he found a lamp under the notebook.
There was a burning flame in the lamp, and when she turned around in the morning, there was a monster lying outside the window looking at her...
Many years later, when the weather was calm and the mountains and rivers were harmonious, when I could finally lie down on the rocking chair and take a nap in the early morning, I vaguely thought that there is actually nothing wrong with the second disease. At least at that time, we still had the courage, believed that love was invincible, insisted that justice would eventually defeat evil, and had not yet compromised on the world.
(Although the text is fair and Cthulhu, I believe the author, this article is neither fair nor Cthulhu. It is a serious article about cultivating immortals.)
Intention: Use the power of dust to gather the bright light of the world and wield a knife towards destiny