If you think of the elements of the picture as a whole, then I don't know what these elements are.

What is all this about, is thinking thinking, is scenery a view, is memory a memory?

It's not whether the mind is really thinking, it's not whether the memory actually happened, it's whether those things are really the things themselves?

Now, I can't abandon this understanding, I can't see things as they are under the cover of my own mind.

Sure enough, how can this situation make life better? And how can anyone be willing to embark on this path? However, it is not clear that who knows how the elements of the picture will be presented?

The world is no longer beautiful, but has added a sadness. I can no longer enjoy the world, and anything I see is false and brings sadness.

And the distortion in the brain is even more nonsense.

What is my mind, what is my memory, and why is it that I am suddenly aware of these visual elements?

The strange thing is that when I become aware of the elements of the picture, I am already aware of the elements of the picture. It seems that I will never be able to stand in that position of awareness.

What's holding me back?

Whatever it is, it's a thing that doesn't exist. I'm asleep, but I can wake up. Nothing can stand in the way of truth, nothing has ever held me back.

He is like an actor, performing in the vastness of the sky, acting according to the distortion of his mind. Don't dare to break it all, because the power of fear is so powerful. But in fact, there was nothing around me.

Even I was an imaginary thing.

Yuan Changwen was very uncomfortable, and the feeling of decay became more and more obvious, but he didn't want to stop this rot at all. If I'm going to die, let it come. If I'm going to rot, then it's going to rot completely, and the so-called intact is just a false anyway.

I'm not real myself, none of me exist. I don't even know what these picture elements, these presented thoughts, memories, bodies, etc., are presented.

It's just that I think these are minds, these are memories, these are bodies, these are landscapes, and so on. Even, this difference is only the presentation of the elements of the picture. In other words, I still fall into the mistake of using picture elements to explain picture elements.

Damn, how powerful are you? Let me keep recognizing myself, let me never stop explaining. Always want to explain, always want to understand, always want to find a reasonable guess.

How mentally retarded am I to believe that I can find the answer, and how mentally retarded am I to think of any reasonable explanation?

Yuan Changwen wanted to cry, but there was not a single tear. I fell into the depths of the lake and didn't stop for a moment. Constantly falling, but love this kind of falling. There must be a bottom in the lake, but I don't know if I can fall to the bottom of the lake alive.

The world doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, the society will not allow me to exist like this, and this kind of disruptive words and deeds that destroy the world will only make me be pushed to the margins.

The point is, I'm more than happy to be on the edge. I've had enough of the distortions in my head, and I don't want to interact with other people's distortions, strengthen other people's roles, and feed each other.

It's disgusting to think about it, where do you get so many opinions? Isn't it tiring to keep strengthening the distortion in your head? Oh, no, this is a positive effort, this is a kind of words and deeds that are praised by others.

And I'm just a madman.

Why don't you keep falling alone?

You're like a machine that keeps putting me to sleep as set up. Yes, the sleeping world is very beautiful, but it is not real. And the funny thing is that the truth is very bad, and the black is scary.

Moreover, infinity is only infinity, and there are no limitations. In other words, there is nothing in reality, everything is a limitation, it is all this illusory scene.

Empty.

Rot, Yuan Changwen deeply prayed to God to let him rot. What is there to live for? What is there to remember? Those beautiful moments do not exist in themselves, and neither do these memories.

Why do you still want to seize the role of Yuan Changwen? As if none of these things can disappear, as if I must be me. This memory, this thinking, all kinds of experiences over the years, cannot be dissipated.

What can I do if I hold on to something that doesn't exist but to inject energy without stopping, as if I let go of it is some kind of apocalyptic disaster.

It's funny, and letting go has also become a problem, how frightened is the twisted mind in my head?

See, how successful you are, how great you are. Even though we are rivals, I have to admit that you are far more powerful than I ever imagined. But also, if you can make a false fool into a real existence, if you were too bad, you might have been hacked to death by me.

I don't know what your name is in other books. But it doesn't matter, dead people don't need names.

It doesn't matter if you don't let go, Yuan Changwen suddenly reacted, letting go just to make life better. To admit yourself and what is happening in the world is to become a better version of yourself.

Instead of slashing.

There is no world, no self, when I burn it all down, how can you fear me? I don't exist, who else can you fear?

The character of Yuan Changwen has been killed, and what are you still discussing whether to let go or not? The hand is gone, the world does not exist, so naturally let go.

This is the beheading, the existence of anti-human, anti-social and anti-civilization. Only in this way can it be called "if you go along with you, you will become an adult, and if you go against it, you will become an immortal".

Perhaps, the person who has completed the killing will not preach the slaughter, because there is no point in it at all. Of course, it is possible to preach, otherwise how would I know all this?

The elements of the picture are presented in this way, there is no choice, there is no thought. Those so-called reflections are nothing more than to make the world appear real, just like a logical cartoon would be more appealing. Instead of suddenly killing people in this chapter, suddenly splitting in the next chapter or something.

After all, it's just the picture elements explaining the picture elements, and I don't have to grasp them. Instead, I'm going to try to slash, to cut off the things that are taken for granted, to kill the things that are protected by emotion.

Inverse.

And those things that are protected by emotions are the characters' favorite things. For example, the bonds of family, those protagonists who break out in order to protect their families will always be welcomed.

Perhaps, next time, the supporting characters should be driven crazy instead of the main character.

The envy of the characters is not the immortal cultivator, but the cultivator. The kind of person who takes his own way as the only standard of action, even if it is pointed out by thousands of people, he does not hesitate to practice his own way. No matter how many temptations there are, I will stick to my own way.

Unfortunately, unreal is unreal.

Yuan Changwen felt the lake around him, and seemed to be unable to determine whether it was the touch of water or a false distortion.