The moon that is about to break is beautiful, isn't it?
Everyone I met wanted to escape the mansion, and you see, they were broken in despair, and no one could get out of here.
[Maybe they don't know how to appreciate the blue moonlight here]
Your eyes are very similar to the moon in the mansion.
[Is it because they are all blue?
Because they are all equally vivid, cruel, and quiet.
It is for this moon that I stay in the mansion.
Can you leave after tonight?
I want to look at the moon with you one last time,
And then shatter and die in your eyes...
It's a more traditional Infinite Flow, with no other elements (I felt tired just writing the main aria, and there are too many things that I can't write about in Western Fantasy, because there are none). Writing this book was about letting myself go.
The most literary thing in the whole text is the copywriting, the text... I will try hard to change the strange way I used to rhyme unconsciously, otherwise it will be very inconsistent if I write it a little less vaguely.
HE, not too cruel, can give out sugar, not the kind made of glass.
The author is a fun person, not too serious, you can make jokes that are not too serious, you can give opinions but you can't scold me or the protagonist, you can't tear down the main CP, you can make fun of those who don't have CP, and you can't be gay and don't criticize other articles, but it's okay to mention it in moderation.
It will be updated from time to time. If you don't sign a contract or join V within three years from 2022, sometimes a chapter will be updated multiple times if it is incomplete. There will be a prompt at that time. If you post the next chapter but haven't typed it, it is definitely finished. Any contradictions will be corrected.
Let's do this first~
Concept: Guests from far away, welcome to this cruel utopia
