Perhaps, the so-called dead is not dead at all.? ?

Because this kind of "death" makes me feel fulfilled in my heart, and it makes me feel grateful for the whole world.

It's not real, but it's incredibly wonderful.

And I have to ruin it all, it's not a trade-off.

Let's die, the collapse of the entire character, or the destruction of the entire universe, is imperative.

I don't have any reason to keep holding on to the characters, even if it's good, it can't stop the slash.

The character of Yuan Changwen has begun to shatter, and there is nothing to stop the shattering, and the delay is just a delay.

Mourn for yourself, weep for killing yourself with your own hands.

It's been a long time since I've felt the wind, the flowers, the dirty puddles, or the rusty railings.

It's so generous that I turn a blind eye to these things, and I would choose to ignore them.

Every second is a joyful note, and I can't blame anyone for not listening to it, and grasping the distortion in my head.

After all, there is no free will at all.

Those words are, no matter how reasonable, including all of the above words, are just.

It's like a movie character saying "this is a movie", it's still not real.

It's all about dying, and after the character of Yuan Changwen dies, there will be no problems.

Break it, don't hold on any longer, just die.

The world is not real, there is nothing to remember, no one will remember it at all.

There are no characters in reality, and these elements are not remembered at all, and there is no place to store them.

So these things, not only do they not exist, but they don't even record these false places.

Once you think that the real can record these life memories, then it means that there is a role in the reality, a role of "memory", and a role that contains memories.

There are no characters in reality, that is, nothing.

Everything I cherish will disappear, and it will not remain at all, like ripples on the surface of a lake, and if it disappears, it will disappear.

Perhaps, some kind of pictorial element can be presented to record these lives, but it is still not real.

Let's die, the distortion in my brain is going to die, the character of Yuan Changwen is going to die, and those beautiful sweetness are also going to die.

None of this is true, what else is there to say, and what is there to catch?

These hands are not my hands, this mind is not my thinking, the whole universe is just the content of consciousness, what else can stop the killing.

Blocking the slash with what you're aware of?

I was a little scared because I didn't know what I was going to become, or rather, my mind couldn't imagine what it was like.

Seeing that he was not real, the previous moment of trance was shown like this, maybe it would really be like this.

wanted to die, but he couldn't be broken, as if something was firmly holding the character who had turned into pieces, and forcibly made Yuan Changwen's character barely maintain his human form.

Destroy it, destroy all of this, the character of Yuan Changwen will inevitably die.

It does not exist in itself, and there is no need to hold on to it, it is death.

Even if there is some fear in the heart, unreal is unreal.

No matter how wonderful the memories are, no matter how gorgeous the moment is, it is still unreal.

Bidding farewell to the role of Yuan Changwen and destroying all this with his own hands is just what he realized.

Other people, family members, are all just picture elements.

I have no reason to believe in any causality, there is no such thing as a fart in time.

All causality is just a picture element explaining the picture element, what is there to believe.

I was destined to die, because there was no me at all, and all this was forcibly twisted out and simply did not exist.

There is only the truth, and there is nothing in the reality.

The distortion in my mind is moving away from me, and the result is easy and natural, and at the same time, the ingenuity is going away with the distortion in my mind.

Perhaps, someone else has one nostril smarter than me.

I have lost the apparent calm of thinking, the swift drawing up of plans, the state in which I can quickly enumerate a list of information as points for consideration.

And behind these states, there is fear.

Even if the person himself doesn't feel it, and even the other party doesn't feel the fear in his heart, it is a cross-dressing show of fear in my eyes.

I don't know why that kind of well-organized, clear-minded state was worshipped by me in the past.

The characters arrange various things in an orderly manner, and find the main points in the chaos of external distractions, so that the whole event becomes reasonable and orderly.

It is as if this state is caught by me once and shows off as a character attribute.

Now I'm so stupid that I can't think about it or why I think about it.

The order in everyone's eyes is not necessary for me, but the disorder feels better to me, as if there is perfection hidden in disorder.

And that order, which is only an artificial distortion, is entirely a product of fear.

If you want to destroy the entire empire, those rules are just nonsense, you want to slap everyone in the face, and then destroy society together, and think about what is true together.

I don't care about the regression of human civilization, or the collapse of any social order, or the barbaric nature of civilized society.

Unreal is unreal, and nature, in itself, is barbarism.

In other words, there is no good or bad right or wrong, and there is no distinction at all.

All things are dogs, and they are not nurtured and nourished because of goodness, nor are they destroyed because of evil.

There's no emotional pull, it's just going downstream.

Is this lifestyle good?

I don't know, I don't care, it's the key to destroying all the unreal.

The rest, it's just about being a better character.

I have no interest in the character of Yuan Changwen, nor in the entire universe.

Because there is no character at all, there is no universe, it is just a distorted division, just an artificial distortion.

Destroy it, pretend to be real to the point where I don't even think it's a pretend, and even, it's pretended to the point that it takes all sorts of effort to discard this pretence.

.

It's death, there's nothing to talk about, there's nothing to discuss.

My existence, the life of the character of Yuan Changwen, is like lightning, disappearing and disappearing.

And to hold on to lightning firmly, how much energy does it take to twist to this extent.

Let's die, die completely, the role of Yuan Changwen has been shattered, what else is worth holding onto.

All the cherishing is just the presentation of the elements of the picture at this moment, including this thought.

If the elements of the picture presented other things, I would not know at all, and the life of Yuan Changwen's character disappeared like this.

Thinking does not remember, because thinking and memory are only representations of picture elements.