
The World of Dust
by Three Masters Of Bamboo And Ink
About This Novel
I have sat alone on the eaves and looked up at the stars more than one night. The dark night shines brightly under the starlight. The distant wind seemed to be able to read people's minds, blowing straight into people's hearts, causing ripples and making my originally calm heart become anxious again. The stars are like the sea, and the galaxies are infinite. I am like a lonely boat floating in the wind and rain, shining with my own weak candlelight under the bright stars, which seems to be extinguished at any time. Surrounded by a dark black forest, deep in the forest there are poisonous snakes, beasts, man-eating monsters, and... Getting lost is an inevitable result, but it allowed me to walk out of a unique feast...
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