A Beautiful Dream

Prologue

Death…

Despair…

Destruction...

Chaos…

That’s the kind of words that you describe of an apocalypse world. 

     In a world where survival is a never-ending struggle, every breath is an achievement against an uncertain future.

     Existence hangs by a thread, and every time the sun rises from the east it raises the nagging question of whether this day will be your last.
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But this is not that world.

     In stark contrast to a world filled with endless struggle, imagine a world where the atmosphere resonates with choice and destiny within grasp- a world where every path shimmers like an attainable mirage.

     Here, the landscape is painted not with despair, but with vibrant colors of hope. Sounds like a beautiful dream, doesn't it?

     To the commandants who have fought with all their hearts and tired of endless battles, I invite you to rest for a moment and indulge in this story.

     Come into the embrace of this narrative, where the gun is replaced by the pen and the cruel battlefield is replaced by the world of imagination.

     Here, amidst the echoes of past battles and the weight of responsibility, let the unfolding story be a respite-a shelter where the burden of command is lifted for a moment, and the flame of hope is revived.

Author note:
Honestly, I don't know what am I doing...