Do you believe in fate? Perhaps everything in life is being guided by some higher-dimensional existence?
"Eleven strokes,
It is the song of Mother Earth. "
The surviving boy holds a piece of breathing ore,
The right eye reflects the ashes of war,
My left eye saw my sister under a rock formation a thousand meters deep——
Using the butterfly pendant he gave me,
Feed the star-gnawing snake.
When you say you want to resist fate,
Have you ever heard the echo of the pickaxe colliding with the rock wall?
Is there another self laughing?
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The author is going to make major changes to the early content, and I may stop updating for a while.
The author is going to make major changes to the early content, and I may stop updating for a while.