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I thought the end of sleep was death, but I didn't know that the end of sleep was salvation. The strange fantasy world that I accidentally entered, the talking wood sculptures, the changing world, and the silent long-haired man The purity of nature meets the rush of modern times, I don't know whether it is right or wrong There is no third party involved, no bloodshed, the prototype comes from a dream. Development is slow, without waves, without any reason, quietly doing things that should be done