As we branch off from reality, to chance upon things which remained unchanged... others, deformed in likeness. It may have come innately to human functions, even in the absence of scientific understanding. Yet, what is the reason for this state? Just as frost thaws around this enigma, answers to it lead more questions to the forefront, along with additional harm. However, diverging from the inertness, the clamor and ego-centrism, this form of escape bore fruit in that sense.
(Maturity rating undecided, story is a work in progress).
Salutations! I'm a no good at drawing. To be frank, I manage to replicate a drawing nicely by looking at it, and sometimes luck shines my way, so I had some "designs" which didn't fail. I say it in quotations, because they weren't finished, but a firm visual was there. Such is the case with the first novel attempt. I only have the male MC design which I drew through pure luck, attempting a kuudere-eyed, smug design, with the spiky shounen hair, while still making it unique. I succeeded, and my luck ran out. I cannot yet visualize a female character. Maybe it's because that's my preferred gender of characters, so I focus on the thought that nothing is remotely good? Simply visualizing an existing character lowers motivation. I'm not sorry. It's human. I find it a problem to develop a story without viewing it in my head. But I want the world to see it if I manage. I am not going to assume a preachy stance, saying "just do it", because everything can end up in failure. I still want this.
Salutations! I'm a no good at drawing. To be frank, I manage to replicate a drawing nicely by looking at it, and sometimes luck shines my way, so I had some "designs" which didn't fail. I say it in quotations, because they weren't finished, but a firm visual was ther...
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| Genre | ActionAdventurePsychological |
| Updated | Nov 12, 2023 |
| Chapters | 1 |
| Writing Status | Ongoing |
| Word Count | 629 |
