At some point, the universe became confused, black fog rolled in, and light fell. In the middle of the endless darkness, there was just a bouquet of roses suspended.
It sleeps.
It waits.
Until one day, the dark fog cleared and the light was dazzling.
Will you choose, a dream or a nightmare?
In the abyss of depravity, is there a light that is easily dissipated?
Concept: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills
