Reality never changes, and I don't know exactly how the pictorial elements that I perceive at this moment come about.

It seems that no matter how much imagination you make, time is beyond reality.

Let's kill the characters, the rest doesn't matter.

No matter how reasonable a guess is, it's just a guess, and the last thing I need is a guess.

The characters are not dead yet, and the kind of story scenes where there must be characters never seem to get tired.

There is always a certain character attribute, and I willingly follow the story as if I were really in it.

Characters don't die easily, and I can't know exactly how to make them die, so I can't prove it.

Gradually, it seemed that it became important to go with the flow, and I preferred to adjust myself to the flow rather than the question of "how should the character do it?"

To discard the distortions in your mind and not to think under fear is to go with the flow.

It's hard to describe the state of going downstream, but if you're honest, you'll know if you're in a downstream.

It's like you'll know very well whether you or you're clean.

But these are still not real, and they are still just for a better life.

And continue to kill, not discuss how to better go downstream.

The character hasn't died yet, and it's not over yet.

No matter how much I felt like I had nothing to kill, the situation at the moment was that I was still in the role.

Die, the world isn't real, I have to be like this to keep myself from being brainwashed, hell aware.

There are so many twists in my head, and I feel so good that I can't seem to raise that anger to destroy everything.

However, the character is bound to die, and the character is bound to rot, because the survival of the character will only lead to struggle, and the struggle will inevitably make me more uncomfortable.

If the character doesn't struggle, then there is only a dead end.

The so-called worry is fear, and the so-called sense of urgency is still only fear.

Why do you think you can kill it in a year or two, or even, why do you think you can kill it?

It's a strange idea, and I have so many weird ideas, those unfounded affirmations.

The biggest one is "I am a real person", and more are derived on this basis, such as "she is her mother, she must be filial to her mother" and so on.

Yes, filial piety is a very strange idea, and it is not a very natural idea.

Because no matter how natural things are, they are not real in themselves, they are still distorted, and there are no such things at all.

So, it's natural to talk about a fart.

Nothing is real.

The word "nature" is largely intended to describe wanting to live like nature, killing people when they should kill people, destroying what they should destroy, and nature never weighs anything with the distortion of the mind.

It is not considered that something is very precious and must be protected so that it does not become extinct.

Nature doesn't do that, but human civilization does.

It's not that it's bad, it's just personal preference, and it's not true.

When discussing these issues, you can accidentally fall into the realm of how to make life better.

It's the untruthfulness that's the key, or rather, it's my key.

This world is nothing, and the role of Yuan Changwen is irrelevant, there is nothing worth caring about and grasping at all.

It just doesn't need to be cherished, it's just a cross-dressing show of fear.

I myself understand very well what the word "cherish" is meant, and it may be unnecessarily misleading, but I don't care.

Every sentence is, it's just "there is some truth", it's just to destroy the distortion in the mind, and it itself has to be thrown away.

The so-called "I know a lot of truths, but I just can't live this life", there is only one reason, those truths are just "there is a certain truth", they are just prejudices.

It is not good to take prejudice as the truth.

Throw away these truths, throw away fears, and the world will take on a completely different shape.

Of course, these are still picture elements explaining picture elements, and they are not worth believing.

There is fear everywhere, wanting to cherish is fear, trying to prove that you are not afraid and not cherishing, this is still fear.

And the smell of fear made me feel sick, the state of being so frightened that I forcibly refused to admit it, and changed my statement, it seemed to distort the air.

The hospital is good, fear is fear, and this unconcealed state makes me very comfortable.

The roller coaster is also very good, and it seems that the twist in the mind can't keep up for the time being.

Fear doesn't feel like there's anything wrong with pretending to work hard, pretending to struggle, pretending to be kind, and not seeing it.

But seeing it with my own eyes, after seeing it honestly, it just makes me sick.

It's all about enriching the character, it's all showing the character's attributes, and even the character himself doesn't think he's afraid.

It's becoming more and more like a dummy, especially in a state of various emotions.

The distortion in the brain is constantly pulling, believing that the distortion in the brain is just a manifestation of one's own cowardice, not some reason and not some prudence.

I don't want it at all, including the so-called common sense of life, which is still just the picture elements explaining the picture elements, and it is still not real.

Don't think about it anymore, it's just a waste of time, it's just an inexplicable thing.

I'm not used to going downstream, I'm not used to stopping using my brain, but look how well I train myself not to.

It's just that I'm used to using my brain, but I don't dare to throw away the distortion in my brain under the whip of fear.

The death of the character will end all this, my slashing and the character's struggle, this tug-of-war will end completely.

I was a little scared in my heart, a little scared of the black and real, but not the fear in my head.

Those characters who dominate me, those characters who can destroy me with a single word, are still just NPCs in the game.

I'm not me, so who's killing whom.

What does it have to do with me for one NPC to kill another NPC, and there is no one of me at all.

There is no character in reality, so it doesn't matter what kind of possession Yuan Changwen's character is in or soul reincarnation.

As long as there are characters, then they are not real, they don't exist, they are unimportant.

What soul, what yin virtue, what good fortune, it's just nonsense.

How fearful it is that people will believe in any bullshit and good fortune, and will think that they have done good deeds and formed good karma and so on.

There is no reason to live, maybe others have maybe others are full of meaning in life, but it doesn't have much to do with me.

The role of Yuan Changwen is grasping falsehood, the world is unreal, what else is there to discuss.

It's just dead.

The plans for the future, the words that speak for the future, are all fears.

The whole distortion in the mind is something built on fear.

All this will die, I will die, all will be destroyed.

And then, just like the real thing, there is nothing in the first place, but the infinite just exists.