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Obviously we are gods, but I seem very insignificant. The world tells me: You are very important, but I am a trapped god. My magic is very weak. I seem to be dispensable. Please tell me the world what I look like.

It is said that monsters roar in the book, and people still outline those fairy tale realities. After drinking this drunken glass of wine, the young man sleeps in his dream and does not want to wake up.

The dream of the sky, the hazy alcohol, the anesthetized and clear nerves saw madness.

We exist above nothingness, and we deny it below nothingness. Existence or non-existence seems to have nothing to do with nothingness. We discuss the bitter wine produced by nothingness, pick up the empty wine glass, and swallow the non-existent wine despite having a sore throat.