The bell of death has sounded, but I hesitate.

The notice of invitation to the banquet has been delivered, and the Grim Reaper is waiting for me there, but I dare not go.

The castle is on the other side of the chasm, and as long as I drop the characters, I can go home.

There's the best of the best, the sweet wine, and the charming cuties.

The good things are there, and so are the bad things.

Or, in addition to the good and the bad, there is another place, and that is the castle.

I don't have to climb mountains, those mountains will automatically appear at my feet.

I don't need to be dressed up, the most beautiful clothes will automatically appear in front of my bed.

The only thing I had to do was to throw myself away, let go of the twist in my head, let go of my hands and let it happen automatically.

Mountains will appear at my feet and make me climb over them automatically.

The clothes will be worn on me and will automatically be carefully dressed for me.

I can't enter with the character of Yuan Changwen, I have to enter with "no role".

Even, I don't need to enter at all, the castle will appear directly outside me.

Or rather, I appeared directly inside the castle.

Without a castle, it's just a dream, it's just a rhetoric, it's just a temptation.

I don't need seduction, I don't need those sweet lies.

The castle has a lot of delicious food, but at the same time, there is also food that is rubbish to the limit.

Next to the sweet sake is a foul-smelling swill.

There is no castle, or rather, I am a castle.

The castle that the character can only enter when he dies has always been there, and it has never changed.

On the contrary, the world on this side of the chasm has been changing.

How long I've been in this side of the world, for the castle, hasn't changed.

The role of Yuan Changwen is just my coat walking in this world, and I don't know how many coats I have changed.

Then I realized that there was no one in the coat.

The whole coat is that I am the character, and countless pieces of clothing are piled up together to form the character of Yuan Changwen.

I opened my coat and saw the clothes inside, as if it was a real person.

Constantly changing the color and style of your coat seems to be a better version of yourself.

As death came, I quietly took off these things, but I didn't dare to throw them away.

Once these clothes are thrown away, the character of Yuan Changwen will disappear, and I will return to the castle.

Of course, all this is my speculation.

However, when the castle suddenly descends, the black look is very scary.

I don't know what to do, and the hatred for the character of Yuan Changwen in my heart has not diminished in the slightest.

The coat kept glowing, as if to blame me for taking it off.

Other people's compliments, happy times, seem to be beckoning to me.

Forget about the coat, forget about the fact that there is no one in the coat, and everything will be fine.

This reassurance, like the whispering of the devil, has been lingering in my ears.

By the time I reacted again, the clothes were already in flames, burning from the inside out.

However, the devil's murmuring did not stop, and he kept thinking about it.

Sometimes, I can't see the devil's face at all, and all I see is the devil's illusion.

The bewitching woman seemed to keep me glued, as if everything she said was right.

A weak woman always wants me to protect, always wants me to care, always wants me to help her cope with something.

Even, there will be a mighty man, patting his shoulder and saying what kind of bloody words a man should be, which makes my heart boil.

And the flames are still burning.

Every time I burn a piece of clothing, I feel more relaxed, and at the same time, I wonder how I can wear something that is uncomfortable, and I don't even realize it.

Am I going to stop the flame from burning?

Will I follow the devil's whisper and enjoy the beauty of this world?

Perhaps, it wasn't the devil at all, but the angels were singing.

The beauty of this world is really beautiful, because there is no such thing as beauty in the castle.

Of course, there's no such thing as a "bad" thing in the castle.

I walked backwards, thinking about going to the castle, but I was pulled by an angel and reluctant to give up the beauty of this world.

There's no need to move forward, just a hand-go.

The road will automatically let me walk through, and the mountains will automatically let me turn over.

In fact, I didn't have to worry about burning my clothes and going back to the castle.

However, once there is me, this in itself means the existence of clothes, and in itself it means hindering the burning of the flame.

With clothes I can speak, and with clothes I can think.

Everyone is normal, and it doesn't seem to bother with this at all.

The voice whispering in my ear persuaded me in the same way, and wanted me to show that when there was no flame, life was happy and sweet.

It's a pity that in addition to the beauty of the life in the past, there were countless distortions.

I thought about myself wearing heavy clothes, but I looked like I was right.

Thinking about the distortions in my head that dominate life, I want to let the flames burn all my clothes at once.

Nowadays, the clothes are in tatters, but the coat is still in good condition.

And, it seems that if you want to, your clothes can be restored in an instant.

Sitting at the table, the warm candles and the fragrant food seem to tell the story of the beauty of clothes.

Because of the clothes, I can eat.

I don't have clothes, I don't even have hands.

Unfortunately, the constant display of clothes gradually made me feel sick, and those laughter turned into hateful faces at some point.

Outside, the starry sky is vast, and in the blink of an eye, the orange sun slowly rises, driving away the cold left by the moonlight at night.

With clothes, I can see that.

The flames were burning all the time, and it seemed inevitable that they would burn the clothes, and it was no longer something I could stop.

Even, there are some clothes that will assist me, hindering the restoration of the clothes and helping the flame burn.

The castle was not far away, but I couldn't cross the chasm.

Even though I knew I didn't need to cross it at all, the castle itself would come and envelop me.

Without the slightest help, I was always clothed, and there was no room for clothes in the castle.

In fact, I didn't leave the castle at all, it was all just an illusion.

The character of Yuan Changwen, a character composed of countless clothes, is not me.

And there is no one in the clothes, and the things wrapped in these clothes are not me.

I am one with the castle, and there is no such thing as a separation of "me" and "castle".

How can I leave the castle without me?

And if you don't leave, you can't talk about going back.

Across the chasm, a character whose clothes are burning, who is it?

Suddenly I didn't understand what all this was all about.

I sat here, waiting for my clothes to burn.

I lay here and watched the flames slowly devour me.

Who died?

No one.

Where is the source of all poetry?

Is this the state of Whitman?

I don't know, fortunately, I don't need to.

These are just new clothes.

The burning continues, the castle is still there, and the chasm is still so huge.

And the clothes, it seems, there are so many layers. (https:)

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