A beautiful arc. With a faint blue trajectory, it slides into the flowers.
The extremely brilliant flame burst into flames, like a red lotus burning the world, burning through the three realms, endlessly.
The fire burned out. Only the wreckage remains. The cold wind blew by, and the ashes flew out of the window. Under the silver moonlight, it was like the silence after the enthusiasm of a bonfire in the desert dissipated.
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