<Three Thousand Little Worlds>
I am a dream maker and a scavenger.
Once, the fibers of moonlight flowed through my fingertips; now, my pen only contains the roughness of stone, the ashes of rouge, and the coldness that is close to my heart and cannot be warmed no matter what.
I collect all the crushed dreams in the world, grind them into powder, mix them with oil, and make new stories.
If you hear the sound of apricot blossoms pulling out branches from between your ribs, don't be afraid, that's because I'm hurting for you.
Reader comments
Very beautiful, well written
Finished reading, I like it very much
The writing style is relatively delicate. You have to read it carefully. It is divided into different parts. There should be connections between the stories. Thank you very much [sending my heart]
Very beautiful, well written Finished reading, I like it very much
The writing style is relatively delicate. You have to read it carefully. It is divided into different parts. There should be connections between the stories. Thank you very much [sending my heart]