Stand on tiptoes and dance gracefully. White dance skirts twirled, and behind the stage was a blood-stained evil book.
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The grand chord never stops, we are devastated until we reach the other side of death.
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Reading guide:
▲[Highlight: The plot in the article may cause discomfort, read with caution]
▲Imaginary setting, everything has nothing to do with reality
▲It's a tragedy, it's a tragedy, it's a tragedy
▲First-person spectator view
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Intent: The sorrow of an era
