Depression Paradise

Heaven and Earth are not benevolent; they treat all things like straw dogs. But this time, Heaven reached out a hand. When Zhang Song jumped from the sea cliff, he cursed Heaven. He never expected Heaven to actually hear him. Even less did he expect Heaven to be a little blonde girl wearing gold-rimmed spectacles and carrying a black cane, looking every bit like a nineteenth-century capitalist. She fished him out of the sea, burrowed into his battered brain, and then, what a terrible deal. “Want to invest?” Somehow, Zhang Song became Heaven’s business partner. Project goal: relieve the suffering of the world. Project status: they hadn’t even created a folder yet. They discovered thirteen fairytale-like worlds scattered across the earth. The wind carried woven dreams from place to place, but those seemingly beautiful dreams brought people pain. So they set out on a journey to find the answer to one question: What is true happiness? Heaven said, “I can’t personally experience your suffering. That’s the first reason. The second is... I was struck unconscious for about five thousand years.” Zhang Song: “?” Heaven: “Let’s not get into that yet. Will you join me in figuring out pain and building a depression paradise?”