The one who washed her dishes came to another world, the one who washed the dishes was replaced by a young "shell", and the one who washed the dishes fell into the "pile of skeletons". . . . . .
Now that I'm here, I'll make peace with it, play magic, travel to other worlds, and care about my own grievances and hatreds. I only want to live a peaceful and ordinary life.
Open it again, and just bring this with you occasionally. . . . . .
It turns out that this is still easier to write. . .
The text also becomes more and more like a small theater. . .