The works I have read in the past two days seem to be both gloomy and gentle, like reminiscences, like elegy, as if the dark river flows slowly in silence.
Under the tone of grief, the world is absurd, chaotic, depressing, and fragmented. Small individuals fall, fall, fall, and fall in the boundless abyss. Without light, mad babbling worms pierce all souls, wailing, screaming, pulling at each other, and eventually turning into dust, stone, or monsters.
"Transcendence" is a lyric poem, a piano piece, an empty but meaningful gaze. The melancholy Adrien and the innocent and charming Sami, like thin blue fireworks in the dark night, add a touch of warmth to the wasteland.
Emphasizing tenderness with cruelty, watering dreams and love with depression and nothingness, we know that all we do is just build sand castles on the ruins of life, and the tide will eventually wash it down again, but we still enjoy it and foolishly look forward to the future.
Most of the time we are slowly withering away, but occasionally we meet someone who lights us up and makes us young again.
Adrien's eyes are always so melancholy, so sad.
A blue lake.
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