This flower of power is like a poison deeply rooted in the heart, which cannot be cut off and cannot be quitted. It seems to be wrapped in all desires and ugliness, and it grows deep-rooted until it blooms into a complex and gorgeous flower.
Together with this twilight empire, it drags you into a crazy whirlpool at a devastating speed, locking you tightly on a high dragon chair and unable to escape.
Not a nephew, not a lover, not a brother, not even a father.
You are the emperor, you are the widow, you are me.
If you can't ask for it, love will leave you.
I never thought that one sentence would actually become a motto.
Conception: