A mahogany palace that I had never seen before suddenly appeared in front of me. There were cherry blossom trees for ten miles, rustling on the stone path. In the soft neon light, a blinding fog blocked my sight, but I seemed to see a figure in purple clothes walking alone a few steps ahead.
In an instant, it seemed as if hundreds of lights were suddenly lit up in the dense forest. The purple back figure seemed to be illuminated under the flickering candle lights, getting brighter and brighter. I stood there as if I had taken root. The dazzling light almost blinded me, but why was this figure so familiar?
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