Every night I wake up from a terrifying dream and look at myself in the mirror. Is she a young lady from a noble family? Or a humble experimental subject?
The life that has obviously given up hope has regained some vitality because of the return of the old friend, but the so-called threat of companions, the accumulation of heavy burdens on the body, and the strong love of the old friend constantly remind that all this is just a mirror, maybe there is a good compromise, maybe there is hope of survival, but is it really necessary?
Intention: True love is not just physical intimacy, but also the fulfillment of each other. The meaning of people's life is ultimately to satisfy their own selfish desires.