Puland Continent

I thought about it for a long time. I don't think my first work should be mentioned casually with an introduction. I think it should be more extraordinary and different. First of all, it is this ridiculous pen name. There is an old saying that is very good, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers, but who really cares, then who is the author? Maybe everyone can't understand this work immediately. What is going on with this author? What is it about? Was it the pen that wrote it? Is it a human? In fact, sometimes... Even I can't tell whether it was the damn "pen" or "I" who wrote this book, or "I" or "I" again? Yes, after all, it is struggling, praying and longing. It struggled to escape my mind. I prayed and longed for that real sense of existence, but it came from the fleeting consciousness of life and was so weak that it could not leave me. In the end, it returned to my hands. This book, or this pen, I can't find anyone to speak for it. No one can have a say for the artwork, because... It belongs to itself, or... Everyone I came away from my mother's body. It is imprinted on me and transcends my existence. It greedily sucks my wisdom and draws inspiration from other classics. It eats away all good and all evil thoughts. Those truths and absurdities are hidden in a certain continent, a certain war or a certain journey, a certain group of people, a certain group or a certain unknown corner of the universe. This is just the beginning...