Bone fish sleep on the white sand like rotten wood, the sea of mist ripples gently, and the goddess at the end welcomes every uninvited guest with a smile.
The long-dormant amusement park suddenly became brightly lit, the carousel moved its stiff limbs, the pirate sailor wiped the dark and smelly deck, the fortune teller cried quietly while holding a gray crystal ball, and the clown was covered in flames, his eyes flashing with secret light.
As day and night change, candlelight flickers in the church, long-necked nuns hold candlesticks to punish every unruly guest, saints kneel on the high platform to pray, choirs hold hands and watch everything, and tombkeepers hide underground, guarding deeper secrets.
Incense candles were lit in front of the small temple in the deep forest, and the fox fairy's tail gently covered the truth, leading the children to the land of hell.
The gray city is always filled with fog, and the air is full of dust. The old bell tower still rings on time, startling the group of gray pigeons. The old man leans against the decaying wall, muttering a sad song whose lyrics are incomprehensible.
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The protagonists in this article are all seriously ill, and may think differently from other people.
There are two pairs of main CPs, but their proportions in the article may be different.
The copy is not all written into the copy.
The whole text is convulsive, possibly funny and ruthless.
The interaction between the two may sometimes look like CP, but they are really brothers.
This article may die at any time, please be mentally prepared to scold me, I am just a newcomer.
Intention: Pain is for a better tomorrow
