Starry Night Sky

In the dark night sky, we moved forward in a strange way. The faint candlelight illuminated our feet. The beauty of the pulse and machinery were the bamboo rafts and oars that kept us moving forward. Praise, darkness. Praise, candlelight. Praise, Weird. I will walk in the darkness, drive out the Tartars, and defend my homeland. If the darkness wraps me up, then break through the darkness. If the enemies block me, then clear it. If the spell entangles me, then break it all! Go forward, my armor, attack! My brother! Blooming in troubled times, blooming in darkness. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.