This is a diary full of chatter and no time clue. I always separate reality from myself. To put it more appropriately, I live in a self-built utopian manor. There are no clocks that make clicking sounds all the time, there are no changes in weather seasons, and there are special festival celebrations. You know, I like castles and manors very much. They are mysterious and exquisite. Judging from the sunshine, it is always one or two o'clock in the afternoon. I will sit on the chair at the exit of the maze garden and slowly read the book that is almost torn through. I will drink scented tea at the right temperature and listen to the same music. Maybe I will cross my legs and my feet will sway to the beat of the music. I didn't have any name for him and I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate any kind of naming.
Purpose: Soul freedom