A story linking a boy who loves writing novels with the destiny of a woman fifty years in the future.

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Lines from the story

Once that article circulated, his novels stopped selling entirely.

The world's gaze grew cold, and only harsh criticism of his work reached
his ears.

The despairing young man began drowning himself in alcohol.

The sorrow of having his talent denied, anxiety about the future, and the
loneliness of being misunderstood by everyone.

These things gnawed at his heart, eventually destroying his liver and
ending his short life.

Fifty years later, the internet began to spread.

An era where even novels from a century ago could be easily read by anyone.

His dormant novels, by chance, caught the eyes of many people.

The stories he wove seemed to transcend time and come alive in the present,
powerfully stirring the hearts of the younger generation.

Even a novel from fifty years ago felt completely timeless.

What he depicted were young people suffering within society's distortions.

The difficulty of chasing dreams, the battle against loneliness, and the
struggle to live without abandoning hope.

This resonated deeply with the struggles modern youth face, evoking empathy.


“I understand this person's feelings painfully well.” “I'm so glad I
found this novel.”

The internet overflowed with comments praising his work.

And those who recognized and loved his talent began spreading his novels.

A woman who runs a blog titled “Searching for Past Masterpieces”

adopts a style where she writes about everything from the author's
background to minute details.

She became deeply enamored with this novel by a young man from fifty
years ago,

and decided to research and investigate thoroughly before featuring it on
her blog.

By chance, she discovered he was from the same hometown as her.

While researching at the local library, she uncovered many things.

That young man had lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his
grandmother,

had started working immediately after junior high while writing novels...,

and as she researched further, she also discovered the name of the
university professor who had savagely criticized the young man's novel.

That name, the characters written there, were familiar...

What was written there was the name of the woman's grandfather...


It didn't take long for this to spread online.

The blade of criticism turned toward the woman this time.

Her blog was instantly flooded with hate and forced to shut down.

The woman suffered mental illness and took her own life.