[Boss-Centric, Implied Gong/Qiong/Qiong Xun/Qiong Jin] Ten Dreams, Microfiction

How does longing begin? (One person has crossed the boundless sea alone.) Why does love bring such pain? (Flowers that bloomed in the past will not bloom today.) As grains of sand from tens of thousands of years ago slip one by one through our fingers, magpies sing their broken dirges day and night in the graveyard of memory. Despair blankets the road. Ahead lies endless darkness; behind, a barren wasteland. In the end, everything will die, everything will fade away, and everything is destined to return to eternal silence. And yet, they truly exist. They will always come. (…A synopsis of unclear meaning… = =) Theme: