In the black mist, she is a princess wearing a skull crown, commanding the wind and clouds, crossing the dark night, waving her hand and pointing a finger at thousands of horses in silence, looking back and smiling and all the flowers eclipsed.
Outside the black fog, she is a geek wearing a black trench coat. She is silent, fragile and has low self-esteem. She can be shocked by her thoughts and the world can turn around with a flick of her finger.
He is her partner.
He is her professor.
He is her assistant.
He is her knight.
——They ran for her and died among the flowers and leaves dancing in the sky. Until they died, they did not see the shaking in her eyes.
The fusion of science and magic, the interweaving of divine comedy and magic, the circling of downstream and countercurrent, the entanglement of escape and commitment.
With her eyes full of blood and tears, she turned her head to the sky and slowly fell down. In the sea of blood-like flowers, next to them, she looked like the smile of a summer who was just getting acquainted with the world.