First, his talent was killed by science and technology. And then, his soul was killed by society.
That's a lie. Everyone here is the same. They don't notice anything. They don't say anything. They don't think anything. They are mere shells of their former selves, soon to disappear like the melting snow. This epidemic leads innocent people to their deaths, and yet, its pathogen will never be eradicated. This is the disease called serenity, a form of death that people have wished for.
Perhaps it really is the fate of artists to be struck by such inspiration.
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