In the world of "one", there is such an interesting thing.

Thoughts are connected to the soul, and one day the soul sends the truest signal to the universe, saying loudly: "Here I am!" Please look at the real me! "It loathes the hypocrisy of its usual masters, and always decorates itself as such. How much does the soul despise thought, because the master of thought is too himself, and does not give up until he wants to divide himself? It can only disguise itself as a dream in the mysterious dark night to warn its owner, and if the master is indifferent, it will disappear.

It should start a few days ago, when the sleeping soul was squeezed into a deformation by the energy up and down, left and right. So it dived into its owner's mind and saw a pile of ruins. Ruin after ruin, the whole mind is in ruins. It's like in reality, people have experienced one dark night after another, and the feeling of not seeing the sun for a long time. The soul clasped its hands and prayed for the good condition of its master. Since it was conscious, it only knew that it was the master in the heights, and that the true master needed its own guidance and help.

"Are you a noble gentleman?" The soul roared.

"It's the master's world that wants me to do this."

"That's just the world."

"You're thinking, you're different."

The mind sits indifferently on the ruins, as if it has seen everything. Then it sighed, "I don't know how many years I've lived, but from the moment I opened my eyes, good and evil kidnapped me." I am just an innocent blank slate, forced to withstand the gravity of the world. ”

"No, you appeared because of the master, and if you lose the master, you are gone."

"When you call me noble, you are calling me a hypocrite. You may or may not understand. You are noble in itself, and I am only synonymous with noble. ”

The soul looked at the world around it that was about to shatter and collapse, and it realized that its master was in danger and its mind could not leave! The only way is to wake up the imprisoned master in reality in the dream.

There are terrible patterns in the dream, fine veins and lines, and the upright Guan Yu and Zhang Fei in the real story... But none of this really touched the master's heart, and only scared her. The soul is not willing to give up, it runs to the mind to talk about.

"What the hell do you have to do to see the ruins again!"

"You should be a calm, noble soul. The owner does not want to be spurned by the world, does not want to be spurned by noble ideals, and can only choose to wear a mask. The dignified appearance is loved by everyone, and the solemn etiquette is praised. The owner is in pain, the vanity and fame of the world in pain, and the pain of the socialites all love the roses of the manor. The master is grieving, saddening his cowardice and humility, and longing to lie on the earth forever! Can you understand her grief? ”

The soul shook its head, and shook its head again.

"You're wrong, you can't help her escape."

"I don't need anyone to tell me what I'm right or wrong, the way you look the way I hate the way I do. Can you feel her fear? Can you feel her sensitive and vulnerable to hiding from everything she doesn't want? You can't, because as soon as you woke up, it was the same as when I first woke up. Soon you will praise me and surrender to me! ”

The master is split, the mind is split. Will it also split? That's a proposition that requires infinite proof.....

But for now, "I won't. "The soul does not continue to wrangl with thoughts, it is so itself that it imprisons its own mind." I'm here, let's see the real me! "I only hope that the starry sky can bring the blessings of the universe and let the master feel the beautiful power again.