Sometimes we will be moved by our inadvertent words, and we will also cheer for the stories we have written, and all I have to do is to give them the unfulfilled dreams in my heart, a group of people who do not exist, but the story of another world that exists clearly because of me slowly comes to They may be ugly, ordinary, or incomprehensible at all, but they are so real in my mind that I can't help but write them down bit by bit in my poor notes. I hope that one day people who have the same dreams as me will smile happily after seeing them, because those who understand them are watching quietly.
The real truth is that no one will know its ending until it is completed. Even I, who created it, have no power to dream about it.