Hunt for Monday, a somewhat ingenious story. What is true freedom? The infinite possibilities of being yourself in a limited space, or the wider outside world, can only play the role it should have. Monday to Sunday, an identity with seven souls, identity is only for survival, but where to place the soul. Survival can be shared among seven people in turn, but there is no way to share and divide the soul. Therefore, they cannot have any relationship with the outside world except to ensure survival. For example, feelings, feelings are equivalent to selfishness, and selfishness creates instability and eventually collapses. The relationship can only be maintained if it is consistent with their position of playing the same identity. Among them, the one who knows what she wants the most is Monday, because she believes that this identity should belong to her alone, and the others are extra to constitute a preemption for her. Therefore, it is terrifying that individuals with different souls and appearances are forced to operate under one mechanism. Either numbness and slumber or instinct brings destruction. On the other hand, because there are only clear identities and vague souls, the other "six days" except Monday are only ignorant and instinctive. From this point of view, the most unfortunate is Monday, the tragedy of untimely birth. The most innocent are Wensday, Firday and Saturday, and they were as inexplicable as when they came. The luckiest are Tuesday and Thursday, who finally broke the system (although they were forced step by step), and finally were able to unite their soul and identity. Their fate is actually the product of a certain order of operation, so it is also the epitome of the laws of history... Let's not talk about it, let's talk too much, that's it? I didn't say anything.
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