Western Fantasy
The present is the past and history is the future.
Unlike the children around him, although Xilin also liked the stories in fairy tale books, he never advocated those strange adventures.
This has been true since childhood.
But in only the third month after school started, she never expected that she would get through it just by taking a mediocre stargazing class.
Then, feeling that she had all the memories, she could only look at the person in front of her in shock.
"I really miss you..."
The eyes of joy and sadness looked at her, and the hands that wanted to touch but seemed timid about being far away from home.
"No, buddy, who are you?"
Xilin racked her brain and couldn't figure out why the person opposite her who was three thousand years away from her knew her real name.
Suddenly she had an ominous premonition.
——
Like the beginning, like the end.
The stars move according to your trajectory, and the seasons rotate according to your regular rules.
Love covers all things, justice judges vanity, and grace reaches far and wide.
But what if everything forgets you.
Yes.
Let everything that has breath praise your name; everything that has reason must worship your grace.
Because you are the only Creator and the eternal King.
——
At the end of everything, Xilin thought about it for a long time and found that only the first three months after enrolling were the calmest times.
