深夜の薄暗いろうそくの火の中で、詩や小説を書き殴ること

No matter how starved she was, Fumiko's mind never yielded to despair. Late at night, under the dim light of a candle, she continued to pour her fierce passion into 'writing.' Exclaiming 'By writing, I will escape this hellish poverty and loneliness! The pen is my sole weapon,' she furiously scribbled poetry and manuscripts as if to forget her hunger. It was truly the cry of her soul.