When I boarded the high-speed train to Province Z, I never thought that this journey would become a dream in the future.
I have tossed and turned countless times recalling every detail of those seven days.
But for a long, long time, I only dared to recall it, and then immediately forced myself to think of something else.
It's like suffering from a chronic disease. This medicine is the only one available, but its toxicity is severe.
Or it can be understood as "drinking doves to quench thirst".
That's why I have been thinking for a long time about recording this journey in detail.
I also recorded a few keywords in the middle - because I was too lazy, I just wanted to cherish the time of playing, and then use a little delay to cherish it in the memories after the end.
Of course, to be fair, I escaped for a long time.
Not only because I am busy, but also because I am trying to reflect on myself and calm down.
Also think about how to describe or name this travelogue.
In the end, I named this story with him "Breaking Point" - not only because a certain night during the trip was regarded as a "breaking point" between smooth and somewhat unsatisfactory, but also because it was a "breaking point" between me and myself.
Welcome to our story - a record of a dream-like journey created by a girl and a boy she has liked for a long time.
Intention: It is a dream-like travel record, and it is also a love letter in which I force myself not to love you anymore.