Dalami

This is the struggle history of a lonely boy. Perhaps for this world, only struggle is not betrayal. Since I was 10 years old, I can no longer tell the time - "dark time" or 11 o'clock in the evening? I just remember that at night in the Holy City, the lights were so bright, it seemed like they could blind your eyes. Sharing life with others, we are burdened with completely different growth. Until it was discovered that the source of this twisted symbiosis, as well as the bizarre tragedy of the entire world, actually pointed outside the curtain. That's a lot to say. The spider threads in hell might be... The ropes used to hang people's heads. I hope... My eyes flow into your dreams. (Da*¿↗-'s note) "A philosophical fantasy about "observation" and "rebellion", will it become the hero of the story, or will it become the tombstone of the story itself? " (Just think of this as my writing for fun, my writing is terrible)