ㅤㅤㅤ𝕿oday, I woke up with this body. People said my name is Ilya Hynsón. Someone tells me that I'm a travel blogger and some said I'm a Zelenians━ a citizen of Lunatic Universe━ where I reside. Even so, something doesn't feel right; I am confused. Suddenly I thought of my identification. Even I, myself can't distinguish my own discerning; something is intended to be lost within my existence, perhaps it was like a conundrum of myself indeed. I was curious to know who and what I am, to the point that I'm frustrated to seek those answers to suffice my own uncertainly. Yet, as soon as I collect clues, I gradually began to be seriously fond of solitude yet I extremely fear of never been good enough. I doubt, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦?
