【MO4/🖋个人向】作家 昏暗的房间里，一个躬身的影子低伏在书桌上。四下阴暗无光，那沼的呼吸也如机械般无生机。暗色的斗篷像一块漆黑的阴影笼罩在她身上，又似一颗束缚的茧将她包裹。
没有灵感。
她绞尽脑汁地想要写出一些字，在这精神末日下作为至少是给自己的一点慰藉。但这样运用文字的能力不知怎的竟麻木了。她拼命地迫使自己的手驱动沉重的钢笔在纸上划出些什么，却只能得到一堆无意义的杂乱符号，纸也被划裂了，墨水渗透开。
一切都乱透了。
时钟悄然的声响被放大无数倍，滴答滴答的仿佛威胁般敲打着那沼的心门，它不肯停止，仿佛扯着嗓子警示着时间的游走。一旁床边的墙上，密布着紧凑的刻痕，那是她为了提醒自己时日的流逝而作下的，是长久的时间流逝时发出的呐喊，时间的伤口啊。它们越是新，刻痕就越浅、越是乏力，像是在逃避这面墙上伤口的不断增加。

【MO4/师徒组】🖋📗 AU 短篇小说（ENG）（The story is so far removed from the original plot srry . Since it's my first time writing a story, plz forgive the unreasonable plot design and so on.
plz forgive if the translaton is not in place it's translated by the translator xx）


Fukurou is a pupil in the magic academy, she works hard in magic, but lacks talent, and her results are in the upper middle and better. However, she is younger than the students in the same grade, and she has such a result is outstanding, so she is loved by the teachers in the academy. Although the classmates all like her, for her way of getting along is comfortable and she learns and makes progress actively, but in fact, no one really has the intersection of ideas with her, she is more pure and kind-hearted than anyone else.