Fantasy Poetry

This is an era where miracles are no longer called miracles, and it is also an era where progress is despairingly at a standstill. Because humans have given up on the future. In order to escape the irreversible destruction, they are willing to indulge in the illusory dreams woven by magic, and will never cast their sights on the stars again. They have forgotten what their ancestors have achieved and have lost the courage to explore. They no longer explore the unknown, no longer wonder, and therefore will never discover the truth about magic. Until the day when the magic disappears, until the day when the gods come to the world again, they will eventually drown in their own blood. And the world will just continue to cycle in eternity as it always has. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.