I have memories from my past life.
But there's nothing special about that, because I've never encountered any other supernatural phenomena.
I started university early, and my career choice in this life was just as stubbornly unchanged as ever.
That is, until some strange people came looking for me.
...So the world really is surreal (unreal).
A brain in a vat, Pandora's box, a hidden main quest in an RPG, a massive live-action interactive drama... Call it whatever you like. Either I am, or everyone else is, an incurable lunatic. One of us has to be.
Huh, is there really any difference?
[Warnings]
1. Self-indulgent writing for love, with no outline and no set update schedule.
2. First-person narration, bad prose, and lots of rambling dialogue.
3. In the romance department (if there is one), I'm a bad woman. In the plot department, I'm a Fourth Calamity.
Theme: Nobody's mentally well.
Hh, there was no movement next door, but after seeing this book, I jumped into the trap resolutely, peacefully 🤷 🌈
People who study medicine have a kind of crazy beauty