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As Dahye surveyed the set that dried squid elf had brought forth from the shadows, she found herself compelled to explore the boundaries between the scripted stage and the elusive shadow.
Turning the light switch on and off, she sought to unravel the mysteries that lingered in the unseen corners of Seuli High.
"So, no one remembers what happens in the shadow?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.
Dried squid elf nodded solemnly. "Except characters who have their ego, like you."
A surge of realization washed over Dahye as she grappled with the implications. "This is really a manhwa? And I'm just a puppet for the writer?"
Dried squid elf furrowed his eyebrows, cautioning, "Hey now, don't name it like that. Isn't it satisfying?"
Dahye, her frustration bubbling to the surface, launched into a passionate rant. "Satisfying? This is absurd! We're just characters dancing to the whims of some unseen author. Our lives, our choices - they're not our own. We're puppets, mere vessels for a story we didn't even get to choose!"
As her words echoed in the shadow, dried squid elf listened, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Wow, you're really different in shadow from how the writer wrote you," he remarked, acknowledging the profound shift in Dahye's persona.
Dahye, caught between the conflicting realms of satisfaction and rebellion, faced the unraveling truth of her existence within the intricate tapestry of Seuli High's manhwa.
Once again, the disorienting sound of page flips enveloped Dahye, transporting her into the tumultuous stage of Danoh and Baek Kyung.
Baek Kyung, true to the script, uttered something mean, and Dahye, observing from the shadows, felt a pang of empathy for Danoh on the verge of tears.
Aeri, the force of intervention, appeared and swiftly dragged Baek Kyung away by the arm. Watching this unfold, Dahye couldn't help but express her sympathy for Danoh.
"Oh, I really feel bad for her. The writer definitely didn't show any mercy while writing her," she commented, shaking her head at the perceived cruelty of the narrative.
However, as the stage reached its conclusion, Danoh, seemingly liberated from the constraints of the script, unleashed a torrent of curses on Baek Kyung. The unexpected turn left Dahye momentarily stunned.
"Never mind," she muttered, acknowledging the fluidity and unpredictability of the manhwa's narrative.
Eun Danoh, once seemingly confined by the author's will, displayed a resilience that defied the predetermined script.
As the page flipped once more, Dahye found herself contemplating the intricate dance between the shadow and the stage.
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