Weird Story About the Rules of the Literature Club: Falling in Love Will Cause an Explosion

I am already happy enough, so I am not complaining. I just occasionally wonder if life can show a completely different look, maybe it will no longer be boring, maybe it will be pure enough. If we, entangled in thousands of social relationships, can no longer experience other kinds of life, then we have no choice but to rely on words to express our longings. If all human beings are inevitably contaminated with worldly impurities, then we have no choice but to entrust our beautiful vision to the charming protagonists in Gensokyo. Using words to build a beautiful world, I hope it can resonate with the soul, and I hope the story will never end.