Time is the greatest magic.
The past is the reality buried behind the dust.
Now, it's the scabs that form after the grief.
The future will be a gorgeous poison spread over the wounds after scabs have formed, decorating the beautiful surface and covering up the ugliness and ferocity underneath.
To the Dark Lord,
My best wishes.
Offer the truest hypocrisy.
Present the most ridiculous drama.
But…
finally,
I will wait for you.
PS: A short story to the Dark Lord
PPS: A collection of short stories, updated from time to time
PPPS: The cover is carefully produced by [Picture Shop] OpticalCenter. I would like to express my deepest gratitude.
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