Copywriting 1:
In a world where magic determines everything, I, a human with a weird name, am struggling to survive using the only "magic" she is good at - blindness.
A strange dream: On the stone platform, a chained dragon gave her a kiss.
What's even weirder is that a dream of becoming a dragon sprouts like a seed in her blank memory.
Is this dream innate?
What the hell.
With this dream in mind, today I set foot on the thorny road leading to Central City.
Everyone thought she was going to slay the dragon, but she was the only one who knew in her heart that she was going to turn into a dragon.
When the geniuses in the magic world chanted gorgeous spells and summoned magic...
Today I open my empty palms.
The judges and the audience held their breath, waiting for her to show her legendary power that touches the essence of life.
"Look," she whispered, fingertips brushing the air, "life is flowing."
The next second, a lively beetle was miraculously born in her palm!
At the judges' table, a sharp-eyed magician suddenly stood up and pointed at Imaga's slightly shaking cuffs: "Wait! The beetle bag in her sleeve is exposed! This is not magic at all!!"
Everyone:? How dare this liar play tricks in the Magic Temple!
Now I calmly took back the bug, ignoring the uproar in the audience.
What about magic?
The survival trick is just the prologue.
After all, who would have thought that a tool man who survives by cheating bread would dream of burning the entire script and becoming the most unscientific dragon in the story?
Copywriting 2:
Today I am the only person in the magical world, a person who should not exist.
Her existence itself is a paradox. She is the nameless tool in the original work who disintegrates into ashes after unlocking the dragon's lock. Her entire line is "Let's go".
However, the women saw her.
When the first fanart was born in the real world, her body healed and she could see her face clearly for the first time.
When the first fanfic was born in the real world, she suddenly had memories in her mind, and she also had something she wanted to do.
A fanart that gave her a face and scars;
A fanfic gave her a place to come from and a dream.
She is connected to them by an invisible umbilical cord.
Is that all?
If you give her existence, you also give her pain; if you give her a place of origin, you give her destiny; if you give her a name, you give her shackles; if you give her a dream, you give her a debt; if you give her love, you give her hate.
It gave her a spiritual awakening, but she could never get out of the world of the original work.
The price of awakening is pain, and protecting yourself requires continuous courage.
The essence of awakening is not the ecstasy of liberation, but the beginning of labor pains.
Mental pain is proof of existence. But——
"Moms, I don't have to exist, I don't have to protect this expensive heart. Right?"
"Let's go." "Let's go." "Let's go."
I ask you outside the page:
Intention: free will
