In the dream, I feel like a bystander, watching how people exactly like me live a dramatic life.
The story begins in the warm light blue liquid.
The liquid was sweet, and he occasionally opened his mouth to take a few sips, watching the people in white coats passing by muttering something, but his hands kept moving, holding some kind of slender tube and connecting it to the container to refill it. liquid.
In his eyes, everyone has countless possible lines that eventually converge to the same destination.
They call this ability "Explanation".
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