Ghost Road

At the edge of the vast universe, there is a dream-like mysterious continent suspended - the Phantom Continent. It is like a pearl forgotten by time, exuding a strange and charming brilliance. The magical elements here are like smart elves, shuttled and intertwined in every inch of space on the continent, decorating the whole world with extraordinary beauty. Ancient runes flicker across the mountains, rivers and land. They are mysterious marks that have existed since the birth of the continent. They carry endless wisdom and power, silently telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past. I, a pony, was born in the sunny grassland full of life and vitality in the Phantom Continent. This is the habitat of the horse tribe. The vast grassland stretches into the distance until it merges with the sky. The breeze blows gently, and the lush grass waves are rolling in layers, exuding a fresh breath. The friends of the horse tribe are galloping freely on this grassland. Their strong postures and flying manes form a picture full of vitality. I have a fiery red mane that shines dazzlingly in the sun. My four hooves are brisk and powerful. When I run, I feel like I can keep pace with the wind. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.