This is a series of long autobiographical fairy tales composed of short stories.
And almost all the characters in this story——
Whether it's a group of beggars wandering the streets,
A princess who comes in and out of the palace,
Or a sailor fighting the waves,
A villager who lives a life of farming and weaving,
Or a tree standing in the hills and fields,
A fish swaying in a shallow spring,
Even a speck of dust lost in the night sky,
A pair of scissors abandoned in a garbage dump,
They all contain 70%, 80%, or even 90% of my characteristics.
Among the thousand or so facets of my personality,
Every light and shadow will reflect a completely different me:
Either happy or sad,
Either light or heavy,
Either black or white,
Either good or evil,
Either the past or the future,
Or dead silence, or dynamic,
Or a rock, or a sea of clouds,
Or the cliff stands steeply,
or endlessly,
Or the starry sky is deep,
Or easy to understand.
That's all me,
a partial me,
A side view of me,
A reflected me,
A metaphor for me,
It's a drop in the ocean,
It is a piece among the rocks,
It's a touch of sunshine,
It's a breath in the air.
Concept: A strange existence can always notice other strange existences. I used to think that I was weird, but then I saw a lot of weird people and realized that I was the least weird among them, so I became the weirdest again. Do you think it's strange?