The Color of the Long Night

When I was eight years old, I was drafted. Would anyone who might read this sentence find this cliché boring? After all, just the past—— It's a past that people don't want to recall. Writing a brief introduction that sounds like an explanation is not a pleasant practice. However, even if you don't want to leave behind any entities from the foreign land, you just want to write down the story. Even if it is just this paragraph, a short paragraph that I plan to put in the preface, it is necessary. To be precise, it is a contract that the chosen ones like us naturally sign with the world, right? Including the ancient family that shared the corpse of the ancient god, aren't many of their deeds also revealed in similar articles? In our closed world, the Chosen, at least some of them, are deeply involved in the course of history. Therefore, writing down my experiences in the form of a story was not a bad attempt in terms of results. I'm tentatively equivocal on this. I just had nothing else to do, so I tried to write, but it was difficult. So at the very beginning, I began to wonder if I should try something easy first. Like the poems about fish, mulberry leaves and cicada cocoons?