Dameng Tianluo

Dreams are the way, deers are horses in dreams. Breathing thousands of miles in a dream is like a clear dream of Huaxu, looking back at the east wind with tears on my clothes. This dream way is constantly waking up, and the spirit and brain are constantly colliding. In the vast dream, I am the only one who is immortal. Dreaming about the sky and the earth, dreaming about the past and dreaming about the future, all the sails in the world have changed, but I am the only one dreaming. They say that dreams are an abyss, but I stand in the middle of the abyss, weaving a web with dreams to capture the silence of the entire galaxy. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.