In reality, some of us are the toys of others, but at the same time we are all the toys of fate. Fate binds us tightly with invisible threads. We are like puppets living in this huge muddy stage. We should never live for ourselves, because we have no freedom at all. What we thought was freedom is just falling from one toy box to another. When will it end? This puppet show?
Will death really end everything?
In this repeated loneliness, only true love can relieve everything.
That sinful golden butterfly will wash away all sorrow...
This is a new beginning in an old pit. I recently read a science fiction novel called "Toy", which touched me greatly. So I want to reopen the old pit. The reproduction dolls will be updated regularly. Judging from the current state of enthusiasm...
The introduction to the article also quotes a few words from the novel. If nothing else, it should be in the ALL category. Those who are not in the ALL category are not allowed to enter. Thank you for reading this humble work!