After Twenty-Five O'clock

There are only twenty-four hours in a day, and who knows what happens after twenty-five o'clock? The bell struck the twenty-fifth time, half of the snowflakes were about to melt, and the non-existent deep sea rose fell with it; I, who is connected to your soul, finally died under the rails of the platform... This book will take you into ten stories that happened after twenty-five o'clock. Concept: What caused the originally lovely life to gradually become rotten and degenerate?