This is Western Owen.
In fact, I want to write it as a game with multiple main lines.
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Let's write it more simply...
——Chapter 8 of the 7th marchen, the hanging saint
"Instead of pretending to be love to survive,
Might as well die with the truth. "
Her truth is wrapped in layers of lies.
Acceptance, favor, indifference, hypocrisy.
She is so called hypocritical. Her truth is a lie.
On that night when the sea breeze was making waves, the forest was shrouded in mist, and the storm was approaching, the witch's sacrifice was about to begin.
Who will be the sacrifice?
The last sentence: I'm... Not very good at writing copy, and... I don't seem to be very good at telling jokes.
Actually... I recommend skipping to the back and starting.