Life in the vast universe is nothing more than a cell, even a gene. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is just a tiny point in the vastness of the universe.

But the greatness of life is not just existence, but life itself is built on the different foundations of the vast universe.

It's as if when the whole universe was formed, it was already degrading, towards a single one! Singleness! A more homogeneous model degrades.

But life is the opposite! It's continuous, continuous, evolving towards a more, more complex.

The Middle Ages, a period when people's thinking and fantasy reached their peak, and the fantasy of the Middle Ages was also established by various unknowns, and it was in the field of value of thinking about everything that was urgently needed.

The Middle Ages was an era when people had to live under duress, and it was also a dark era that bred people's transformation.

In that period, in that era, there was a constant struggle and hard work for freedom, because it was an era when there was no future in sight, but it was a time when the status quo was vague.

Why is this era so fascinating? How is this era so dark and cold?

It's like, God! It's like being favored by God, and it's like being abandoned by God.

It makes the soul turbulent.

An era in reality, terrible, hateful, hateful.

It is also an era in fantasy, where people can have, wireless creativity, creation, and rich imagination.

Such an era is in an era when the earth is shrouded in darkness and everything is not bright, but it is also an era that is full of ideals and good wishes.

Officially, such an era is full of darkness and violence.

The helplessness of the Middle Ages, as if everyone was like a beast, tearing at reality and tearing themselves apart, but it also became an inspiration for some people's fantasies, and it was the realm full of unknowns that inspired these thoughts, fantasies, or other fields....... Wait a minute.

It is also a certain expectation in this era, and this dark and helpless era has also become a certain fantasy of expectation.

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I started thinking about it, or thinking about what would happen to my family, or maybe thinking about what would happen to my parents, which made me have to think, people who think a lot, before they die, also keep imagining, is there nothing else? Or can you leave more quietly, is a good choice, maybe? Not necessarily.

After all, that's all I can think of.

Perhaps, thinking about the tacit understanding of coming to this world, thinking about all the things in the hotel, thinking about some interesting things about the fortune teller, and thinking about the dissatisfaction on the face of the eldest lady.

Thinking about that, thinking about that, thinking about that. At an intersection, you turn a corner and you enter a certain passage.

I don't care where I'm going, but more, more, let myself understand, or something.

Who's behind it? There were a few people behind me, at least three or four of them, listening to the footsteps.

But what does that mean to me!

At the other end of the passage, at a corner, I turned left again, then right.

I thought to myself, maybe, it was almost there, but the closer I got there, the more scared I became.

After all, I haven't died, or I don't have the confidence to face it.

The more I walked, the more I felt that my legs had begun to weaken.

Can it be the meaning of white life, no, no, no! I, a person who has only lived for more than 20 years, can understand?

Even in a lifetime, there are a few people who can understand life.

I'm not afraid, but my legs are weak, it's just ....... Possible...... I've been in prison for a long time.

I didn't want to be afraid of anything, but the more I walked, the more I felt that the steps were starting to start and become heavy and even difficult.

I don't want to be scared or anything, but .............

I'll admit that I was so scared that even my breathing started to be messy, and the tremors in my chest made me feel like I was starting to breathe hard.

As I walked, the guards behind me began to push me forward, not because of anything else, but because my pace slowed down.

Until, when I came to a gate, the guards, still pushing me in.

After that, they seem to be negotiating somehow! I was hesitant and in a trance, causing me to not be able to hear clearly at all.

Even so, right behind me, it was as if I couldn't hear anything around me.

My ears, as it were, were very indistinct to all the sounds, very indistinct.

It's like blocking out the world.

Believe me now, if I look in the mirror, it must be distorted and unimaginable.

It felt like someone was still pushing me forward, but I felt like I was about to turn into wood.

Both eyes began to cloud, as if they could not see the road ahead.

I could still think about this and that, but the more I traveled, the more unimaginable it became.

The head is like it's empty.

I don't know how far I've walked, and even the touch is slowly starting to get blocked.

I don't know if I've turned a corner, and I don't know how far I'm going.

All of this is so vague to me.

Even the footsteps can no longer be heard.

It looks like he's dead.

It's like a walking dead who doesn't feel anything.

It's like you don't even know if your feet are really walking?

Or maybe I don't have feet! Or even legs? Even the arms!

Is this the so-called checkmate?

The voice, it's getting completely indistinct, I know.

But I still heard someone calling me.

Angels? A call never ceased.

"Hey! Feed! What's the matter with this person, how is his face full of tears, and there are still tears, and he opens his mouth to drool, and looks at those eyes that are blank, just like a dead man."

It was a powerful sound that hit my ears, even though it felt like it would echo.

But I was like a fugue, my spirit didn't know where it had gone, as if I had left behind only my body, not my soul.

Until it feels sore, painful? I still feel the pain, I even think it's like a dream.

It hurts, and it hurts, and it keeps going.

Just like the soul of the free body, it also began to slowly notice, and quickly, returned to its own body.

Coming back to my senses, somewhere between illusion and reality, I gasped for breath and just looked at the maid, slapping me in the face with her hand.

"Am I alive?" A sudden sentence made the maid and a middle-aged man dressed gorgeously confused.

"Are you awake?" The maid said.

Looking at the environment in front of me, in a gorgeous room, a maid was grabbing my collar, and a middle-aged man was standing behind me.

Everything is like that, like a dream.

It's like a dream. I passed out and fell to the ground.

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