Mortals Have No Dreams

Time passes, the sun rises and sets, dynasties change, and the only things that remain unchanged are pain and war. Everything revolves around time and fate, like dance steps or a gust of wind. The angry beasts in the forest are just playthings for hunters, and hunters will turn into dust over time. Fate plays tricks on people, making everyone become a fallen leaf in the whirlpool of fate, unable to control themselves. Some people long for order, while others seek liberation, but in the end they are just pawns on a chessboard. As the dust settled, I realized that I was trapped and couldn't escape. Destiny itself has no meaning, but it gives all this existence meaning. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.