Void Parade

Maybe the world is just a dream. When I pick up a pen, I gain the ability to create the world. When I start thinking, the laws of the world begin to work. When I write a piece of text and weave their destiny, "I" become their "god". "O God! We pray to you! Can you drive away the ferocious beasts for us?" I gave them courage. "O God! We pray to you! Can you find us enough food?" I gave them wisdom. "O God! We pray to you! Will you destroy our hateful enemies for us?" I grant them mercy. "O God! We pray to you! Can you solve the world's problems for us?" I gave them faith. I wanted to give them power, but they already have the power to kill "gods". "What kind of gods are there in this world? All results are created by ourselves! We are our own gods!"