"Do you believe there is a medium that can transmit the past and predict what will happen next?"
In a vortex of sand and sea, a tall and thin girl stood motionless in the eye of the wind, helplessly looking at the storm sweeping towards her.
There were all kinds of voices in her ears, but this sentence was like a warning bell that opened a crack in her confused look.
Then the sky suddenly appeared.
The golden light was like a vine covering her body, wrapping her slender limbs.
She raised her head and looked towards the dazzling light, only to see invisible clouds and smoke. "I..."
The clouds and smoke were traceless, but they were like drooping willows, floating and lingering, always making her eyes follow them.
"You don't need to rush to answer. I know what you are thinking."
"No, I want to uncover the truth and break this mystery!"
