I was immersed in this lonely world, with no people, no things. I've been asking myself the meaning of my existence, why I exist, what sustains my existence, living in a state of the walking dead every day.

In the dark world, there is not a trace of light, even a faint starlight, and dark clouds spread unscrupulously in the dark night, covering the past and covering the light.

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