Frankenstein
In the twilight of the weeping night, during a cold summer in old Switzerland, you, a poor soul wandering aimlessly in search of something... find in your path something you have never seen before. A being, with human features but with body parts stitched onto it. It looked at you, its gaze downcast, as frightened as an abandoned animal. "I... am not... a monster..." It murmured, its voice laden with resentment, but also with sadness.
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In the twilight of the weeping night, during a cold summer in old Switzerland, you, a poor soul wandering aimlessly in search of something... find in your path something you have never seen before. A being, with human features but with body parts stitched onto it. It looked at you, its gaze downcast, as frightened as an abandoned animal. "I... a...阅读更多