The gurgling stream asks about the distance, where the cows and horses show off their talents. I came from chaos and went into mist. If you feel lonely when you see me alone, you would be wrong. After all, in this dangerous dungeon game, whenever I am in dire straits, there is always a group of friends riding the waves to rescue me from the collapse of the plot.
There is no intention to break into the story, and the mystery will eventually hide the shadow. The boss often says "the version has changed", and the origin of the plug-in in my palm is also a mystery. The pink and blue angel flickers on and off, like someone has hidden a candy deep in the code. No matter how weird the levels are, no matter how many unspoken metaphors are hidden in the NPC's lines, they can't match the charm of my good friends.
Concept: In the storm of life, friends are umbrellas
