Instant Messiah

Su Fang has painted an image illustration of the character.

Thank you very much.

Eva Karma (Author: Dear Su Fang)

- You guys always leave a drop (one shrug) of nagging expectations behind and away.

A few kinds of knowing and executable efforts… what I described earlier as expectations, some kind of uncertainty that I really want, yes, something. I didn't end up putting it over this little palm.

I'm tired already.

Expect like an idiot, betrayed, and tongued nasty like a dog without learning, abandoning even shame without hiding greed to 'want', still without gaining.

I'm tired already. I'm exhausted.

Forgive me, only words dissolve in the universe.

I'm tired of saving my funny self.

Everything in my eyes is frenzied.

It also seems like everything around you is looking forward to knowing when to betray yourself, now or now.

It's hard to live.

... just breathe, blink, be there.

It was the pain itself that lived through it in such a truthful way, but everywhere, that it did not deserve the word desperate.

Why have we been revealed in this world?

- The happiness of others was something that pissed me off. It is only with understanding that it is a contemptuous idea.

Happiness is the ability weather and to describe it with contempt, this self is a little too smart, and to the extent that you realize this is jealousy, you are conscious of this inside.

Not that dull, he said. No matter how much you notice your stupidity, that's it.

... This feeling was so intuitive, violent and also incriminating that it considered otherwise deceptive.

I had already lost the conditions necessary to be insensitive to those things.

Apparently, you've taken too much time to bury yourself.

I can just live a long time. This body, which did nothing else, is just cursed.

If I realized it, I couldn't do anything I didn't realize and I couldn't pretend to.

Unrealistically, it is the time when you do not need to remember to get lost in what you do not know.

Understand that it was at that young age that happiness was present.

... I once watched him and his little fox sister-in-law chill, and I was jealous of him.

I just wasn't even like that.

... There was no point in knowing everything.

In the end, there was no point in that.

What a miserable thing.

What about my own likeness?

... what I really wanted.

- From the Devil's Poetry Edition, The First Witch.

* Please note that this is the one you drew after sharing your own image with the same Mr. before you talk about bookmaking, so book versions and designs may differ. Please note.