The stars rise from the endless darkness, spreading hope and light to the continent.
Creatures born on the earth never lack the courage to look up at the stars.
Because those thousands of stars are the eternal expectations in the hearts of the world.
An encounter with poetry and a journey to a distant place.
Two young people who span night and dawn.
While talking and laughing, I looked at the past spring and autumn, just a piece of smoke.
After sighing, I walk on the road ahead and listen to the wind and rain.
The lonely shadow of a warlock who has spanned thousands of years plays the alchemical sound of rainy nights.
The false sage who tarnishes the loftiness, the fire of the spiritual beginning that burns through the sky.
A small believer waiting for God, an astrologer peering into the starry sky.
…
The old nobility will eventually collapse, and new poetry will be written.
The night is long, but the stars shine forever.
The journey is far away, but the young people are proud of themselves.
[If one day, the starry sky is obscured by dark clouds, I will point my sword at the sky and cut out a clear sky for you. ]
(Slow heat + partial group portrait)
(The tag selection is somewhat inaccurate, and the content also contains some Western fantasy elements, and there is CP, but it generally does not affect the progress of the plot, so please do not enter with caution₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑)
Reader comments
It's strange that the writing is excellent and the writing is sophisticated, but why no one comments on it? It shouldn't be.
Two high-spirited young people, a journey across the continent, countless people and endless distances are all stories
It's strange that the writing is excellent and the writing is sophisticated, but why no one comments on it? It shouldn't be.
Two high-spirited young people, a journey across the continent, countless people and endless distances are all stories