How did the story begin?
Perhaps when I started imagining the characters.
There is a character I love very, very much, but sadly, they did not come from me. So you were born. You are different from ordinary people, inexplicable, perhaps even in death.
My thoughts may have influenced you. I always want to arrange a grand death for you, but whenever I think it through, everything becomes muddled. I would rather stand off to the side and watch quietly. Yet my subconscious keeps telling me that a quiet, unremarked death is the most beautiful. I am selfish. You will be torn between choices.
Theme: Face reality
