A short story based on whims, focusing on the first-person perspective.
I am Lancer, I am an admiral, and I clearly know that I am human, but maybe Linsi doesn't think so.
"You disgusting thing."
"You're not Lancer."
"Lance."
Linsi's brown eyes were always calm, and that calmness slowly melted away - maybe part of it was for me.
"Hey Lins, am I Lancer?"
"Answer me."
"I..."
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The beginning of life is white
You welcome suffering through crying
Stardust wind swaying particles quiver
My love, you should wake up
I should love you
False and true
i am loving you
Solo dance in the finale
Farewell in the boiling sky
Concept: I am a substitute, but love is not
