I am an ordinary game character,
I live in this optimistic and miserable virtual world.
My existence is meaningless,
I'm just a puppet being manipulated.
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Why do "people" need to exist in this world?
Why do "people" laugh when they are unhappy?
Why does distance have to create bonds?
Why does a special existence have to exist in a world full of sorrow.
Why is my world unreal?
Other people's world is real.
Why do others always look into dark places and think about illusory things?
Why do I have traces of thinking.
Why do I have to come to this place?
Why even my thoughts are created by others.
Why why why... Why I ask why.
Maybe, everything about me is created.
That's the only answer I can give.
Who am I...?
Who am I...?
Who am I?
"Ordinary people"
Purpose: Even if you are ordinary, don't despair easily