The character is dying, and at the same time, the character is struggling.

It seems that not wanting to die is an instinct.

However, the whole situation is just the presentation of picture elements, which is quite weird.

It's like you know you're in a movie, everything is choreographed, no one gets hurt and no one dies, but you suddenly don't know how to react when you watch someone else's soulful performance.

Or, you know they're aliens, and you were chatting together in a starship yesterday.

The other party plans to seal the memory to experience the feeling of being hunted down by humans, so today you look at the alien who sealed his own memory, and is there in a panic, fear, crying and trembling.

The whole situation is extremely strange.

What the characters are struggling with is something that doesn't exist at all.

And what the character is killing is also something that doesn't exist.

It's all like a goof, or a laugh, and all of a sudden it seems very weird.

There's nothing to kill, it's just a character anyway, it's just a picture element.

But I could feel that the character was dying, that feeling of dissipation was spreading, and of course, no one knew what that feeling meant.

Even if there is really any meaning, it is useless, it is still just a character, and it is still just a meaning that is only needed for the elements of the picture.

There are no characters in reality, there is no time to exist, and there is no need for any meaning or anything like that.

It's there, it's never changed, it's not evolved, and it doesn't exist in some kind of space.

There is no such universe at all, reality is everything, but there is nothing there.

When I think about the real thing, I can't believe what the hell it is.

The black reality has always been there, and thinking about the statement "there is no universe", I can't help but feel a strange feeling in my heart.

Death, there is nothing to argue about, because there is no second possibility at all.

Anything that prevents a character's death is just a trick, and it just "has a certain reason".

Untrue is untrue, and no amount of argument and discussion, or even refutation, is just putting aside "unreal" and talking nonsense from other aspects.

Shit is shit, and no amount of saying it will help, and the characters are trying to get me to hold on to the shit in my hands.

Preferably, let me not pay attention to the shit on my hands, and even take credit for having more shit on my hands.

I don't know how I ever accepted this rhetoric, or why I believed the twist in my head.

Anyway, the characters are bound to die, and those fears are bound to dissipate.

Perhaps, I also want to use words like "I didn't finish the killing, I didn't achieve anything in my life, and I wasted my time and made my family miserable for a lifetime" to fear,

It was indeed useful, and in that moment, fear flashed.

Without the pull of emotions, the distortion in the brain is extremely fragile.

Unfortunately, emotions are not real in themselves, and their usefulness only allows me to grasp the false.

Regardless of whether all this is a scam or not, I have come to the present step by step, and the authenticity of the world and the authenticity of the character of Yuan Changwen have no chance to continue to exist.

In other words, the authenticity is gradually peeling off, and it may not disappear completely, but it is impossible to get back up.

After all, it's just a picture element, and the comedy is that this idea itself is a slash.

I'm not done yet, and I'm going to keep going.

Let the character die, die slowly, there is no need to rush.

Anyway, time is only useful for the character, and this "usefulness" is almost equal to vanity, that is, the character attribute.

A thing that is about to be killed, what qualifications does it have to continue to show off arrogance?

The twist in the mind is self-written and directed, creating countless horror scenes to suppress the heartbeat.

Moreover, even if you follow your heartbeat, the so-called after-the-fact reality slaps or regrets it is still just a twisted trick in your head.

Without the twist in the mind, there is no such thing as regret.

So, why not get rid of the twist in your head?

It's still fear tugging on the side, and then saying something like what humans themselves rely on their brains, or what they do as human beings without brains.

Or, imagine that you don't use your brains and then you lose or something.

The pull of fear can turn a lot of unfounded things directly into the truth, and then it will seem unbelievable to others.

Even if you don't need others, if you look back and look back, you will feel stupid or something.

It's all characters, and I'm telling some contradictory words.

My opponent is not emotion, nor fear, but falsehood.

I don't need to care about anything, because the part that makes me feel "care" is the distortion in my head.

It's all picture elements, whether the character regrets it or not, it's just a picture element.

It's disgusting to have characters everywhere, and the thought that I can't seem to get rid of the characters forever makes me feel a wave of sadness hit me.

Strictly speaking, it's not that I hate the role of Yuan Changwen, but I hate the ubiquitous "plump character".

Plump characters anytime and anywhere, no matter what the opportunity is, as long as you can plump up the characters like mad dogs.

Why bother presenting these things in the picture elements, they are all unreal things, I already know that they are not real, and I want to continue to flesh out the characters like this, why bother.

I am like an incompetent garbage actor, watching others perform their hideousness in the midst of illness, not only can I not cooperate, but I feel that I am not really sick, what is I doing in such a real way.

Talking and talking, other people's family members or doctors are putting on very real performances, as if they really have some kind of cancer or something, tears and snot are everywhere.

And I, a garbage actor, don't feel it at all.

Fear is everywhere, complemented by distortions in the mind, and then forms an irresistible falsehood.

Like drug addiction, the knowledge seemed so well-behaved, but the fear behind it was a bloody mouth, devouring me.

Since then, driven by fear, a "normal" life.

Because everyone is like this, it doesn't look weird or weird, and fear will also be cross-dressed, which is another reason not to throw away fear and not to kill and twist.

I don't have fear at all, right, I'm positive, I'm working hard, I'm creating my future with sweat, even if tears flow at night, I'm realizing my dreams.

It has nothing to do with fear, and I don't need to kill anything.

Look at it, I'm so easy to deceive, or rather, that's how the graphics elements are presented.

Whether the knowledge is useful or not is not within the scope of my discussion at all, and whether it is true or not is the key.

My opponents are only fake, and the rest of the stuff is to distract me, and the most powerful of them is the "to make life better".

Unreal is unreal, the character is going to die, it is to destroy life, to ruin life.

Nothing can stand in the way of the character's death. (https:)

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