"Orbs born from blood, light and agile waves, swaying and fragrant blue lotus, and even a pair of children of the mother goddess and the unknown hero of the previous era. One day, he and his brothers and sisters will return to their mother's womb like dead babies, like broken flowers being gently broken by the wind, their heads falling into the slow-flowing black river, and their real names disappearing from the memory of the underworld."
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A stranger walks into a strange city where dead souls can be seen. In his suitcase is a portrait of the most beautiful woman in the world.
The crippled swan flew into the queen's chamber, with a piece of cloth tied to its leg that determined the fate of the entire kingdom.
The God of War broke through three cities and stood in front of the swaying fire of civilization.
He came looking for an answer.
Intention: Thank you for accompanying me