Dead, what are you still stalemate, how can the character continue to live.

It's all just something realized, including myself, that simply doesn't have a place for the characters.

Infinite exists, while limitations do not exist.

Because it is infinite, there is no place for limitations.

In other words, the infinite is all, and nothing can go beyond the all, and nothing can continue to exist while the "all" exists.

It's like a blank sheet of paper, drawing countless squares with a pencil.

It can be said that these squares make up the blank paper, and it can also be said that these squares exist, but in fact, there is only that blank paper.

The character is still struggling, and seems to be panicking that he has slashed so many chapters, but he still hasn't finished slashing.

Thinking about the peeling off of the character's attributes, it seems that the character is uncomfortable, and then fear invades.

It seems that if you finish the kill early, you can show off early.

And if it takes him decades to complete the killing, he will seem very unlevel, and he will be taken for granted by other characters.

After all, I want to plump up the characters, and after all, I want to take all this as real.

It seems that all discussions are based on the assumption that "the real characters of the world are real", and then this assumption is not visible, or it is not allowed to be discussed at all.

Avoiding it is a denial in itself, and if it is really real, casual discussion will not change anything.

It's like that awareness, whatever you want to talk about and slander, that awareness is always there.

My mother is still influencing me, and I have to admit that my mother's strength is really unbelievable.

It seems that it is a sin to kill my mother by myself, and I must go to hell if I regard my mother as unreal.

What is the authenticity of this kind of emotional attack, and what is worth grabbing?

It's easy to say, all this is not true, then any discussion built on it turns out to be.

However, these Chen Dan would not leave easily at all, and he was unreasonable and firmly dragged with fear.

Fear is nothing, bullshit is not a thing, it is not real in itself, let alone the content of fear.

I don't know why I'm fighting all my life in this unreal world, for a character who isn't me at all, and there's endless going to show off.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me at all, what else is there to say, this world is not real, what else is there to grasp.

It's just what I'm aware of, it's just the presentation of the elements of the picture, and I don't have a world without one.

Just throw it away, what Yuan Changwen's character is doing has nothing to do with me, it's just what I realize.

Whether the character is good or bad, whether the character is admired or spurned, a certain attribute of the character shines, what does it have to do with me.

That awareness is what is worth caring about, not getting bogged down in endless discussions about the characters.

If it's not true, three words should end the discussion.

What about my mother, it's still just what I'm aware of, and my various views on my mother, whether it's killing or filial piety, are also just the content of awareness.

Mother's love is just a transaction, and I don't love my mother that much, it's all just to enrich the character attributes.

It's just that this kind of role attribute happens to be recognized by everyone, and everyone tacitly does not admit that filial piety is for the sake of enriching the role for themselves, and the unified voice elevates filial piety to a sacred and inviolable status.

Either way, it's just something that is realized.

The character has to die, the character has to die, and I don't know what else is more important than a slash.

It's silly to be angry with the character, because it's not the character who thinks about it, and it's not the character who decides to keep struggling, it's all like a whirlpool.

Who would think that it was the whirlpool that decided to maintain the whirlpool?

There's nothing to say, there's not even anything to kill, kill the characters and ruin it all.

There is no need to think about ruining Zhihu, and there is no need to hesitate to watch all this unreal state of horror.

I know what to do, but I'm willing to be, the presence of the characters makes me uncomfortable, and I'd rather jump into this dark and endless abyss than real horror.

To die is to die, what is there to catch, and what is there to cherish.

I thought I wouldn't fall into this kind of devouring, but I thought that with the emergence of the feeling of "realized content", it would slowly destroy all of this.

But that's just "I think", and once again reality clearly tells me that the so-called "I think" is just a piece of shit.

Does this feeling of devouring represent progress?

Does that "realized content" mean that you are nearing the end of the killing?

Even if it is, the presentation of the picture elements can make all this stay here, keep devouring, and keep feeling the content of awareness, but it just can't be killed.

Even, Huamai Energy Su can also present, "I returned to the role, I gave up killing, I no longer had the strength to continue killing, just crying there" and so on.

I would judge with the distortion of my mind, but in fact, what could I judge other than to judge that I hadn't finished the kill?

Fear invades from what "I think", because what "I think" is itself grasped through emotions, and is itself wishful thinking.

Die, these words have been said countless times, these thoughts have been repeated countless times, but the characters can still ignore these thoughts and be arrogant there.

I don't know what else to do, and I don't know why the character is so tenacious and so difficult to break down?

The character is still struggling to survive, trying to catch his mother, trying to seize time, trying to grab anything that can be used as a character attribute.

There is no one I am just aware of, so it will seem ridiculous to do something for the role of Yuan Changwen.

In other words, being pulled and forced to do something by the role of Yuan Changwen is simply inexplicable.

There is only invective left, what is there to discuss, what is there to discuss.

There is no meaning to live in the first place, strictly speaking, reality always exists, there is no life and no death.

And the character is just an inconsequential thing, just a realized content.

Who cares about the character of the game after the shutdown?

Perhaps, the characters themselves will care, but this is still the presentation of picture elements.

Something that doesn't exist, shouting that it's important, that it can't die.

It resonates because the metaphor has a subtle misconception that there is still a character and there is still a person shutting down.

There are no characters in reality, the black reality is there, and all this is just the realization of the content.

The idea that all this is real, that there really is a me walking in this world, is in itself wishful thinking.

Since it is okay to believe, then it is also possible to stop believing.

My life has been ruined, and all that remains is to throw away all these brokenness, and there is nothing to remember and cherish.

It may sound cruel, but this is freshness.

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