Ballad of the Wind Ruins

(No System, not a wish-fulfillment story, one heroine, grand-world adventure) Old Zhang once told me that even in the moment life fades away, it can still blossom into a beautiful poem. I never understood him as a child, because every life that died left me with nothing but emptiness and grief. Only when he died before my eyes did I suddenly understand what he had meant. After that... the fragments stained onto spirit artifacts, their lives, burned without fear. They were telling me not to despair. So stand in the sunlight and listen to the wind. Smile as you bid farewell to the illusions around you and the vastness beyond.