I am in medieval Europe. My family and I were deprived of our political rights because of some remarks (sarcastic remarks related to theocracy). We fled all over Europe, including taking merchant ships to other places.
In a cemetery overgrown with weeds, my grandmother buried something underground, pulled out a sword she didn't know where, and inserted it deeply into the ground. In front of me, his body and soul disappeared with the wind.
Time flew by, and none of them escaped pursuit. Because I was still a child and good at pretending, they let me go.
I gradually grow up and tend to an ordinary life
The wind was very strong at the cemetery where I walked by my grandmother. The terrain here is very high. If you stand on a high place, your eyes will naturally shed tears.
The weeds licked my wounds along the direction of the wild wind. They took root and grew, spreading throughout my flesh and blood. Finally, I fell in this cemetery, in what people call the place of faith. My body will be buried in this land forever, but my soul passed away with the wind.
Good night world
Note: First person, female, group portrait, except for me.
There are sub-CPs: bl, bg, gl, gb. They are not long and have little to do with the main plot.
I'm buried in the ground
The process has both BE/HE and the ending is OE
The extra ending has one BE and one HE
Intention: None yet
