After graduation, I was hired by a sanatorium dedicated to incarcerating lunatics. Everything here subverted my cognition all the time.
Mr. Feather who wants to fly high into the sky with his flesh and blood body
Miss Rose who sings weird songs every night
A colleague who knew a secret and ended up going insane
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The morning bell rang four times at an inappropriate time, and small things that used the darkness to hide their figures climbed onto my window sill. They tapped the old glass with their sharp claws, and the distorted sound only made me turn over.
I expertly put on the special earplugs, knowing that my curiosity would kill me.
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I have been choosing tags for a long time and I don't know which one to choose. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Demining demining demining
First person, first person, first person!
The background is biased towards the West, and all the setting backgrounds are made up by me. I didn't check the information when I wrote this idea, so how could it be fun?
Yuan Geng: I don't have the inspiration to write the article next door. I have a feeling that the more I write, the more I write. I am still adjusting my mentality to find a suitable creative direction for me.
Concept: The end of metaphysics is science