Whose requiem is that distant song?
Whose cry is the whimpering in the dark night?
Children from far away, pray sincerely, God will protect you.
A purple object emitting dots of starlight crossed the dark night, tearing a purple tear out of the ink satin, cutting from one end of the sky to the hinterland of darkness, and steadily fell to the violet blooming in the depths of the night. It turned into a wisp of purple starlight and disappeared among the flower stamens. The petals fell off, flying in the wind, and in the rotation, broke into a piece of purple smoke and merged into five nebulae, each falling to unknown destinations.
A tiny cracking sound sounded. The yawning boy just looked up at the sky. He could not feel the leakage of the magic energy behind him. A purple-black rosette seemed to be blooming in the sky in the distance. "Is the sky going to change?" A big yawn covered up the cracking sound behind him.
"Hehe, let's make a deal!" A crisp and naughty voice sounded, vague but clear to the ears. It seemed to be floating from another space, "Swear on blood, sign a contract with me with your soul." The voice paused for a moment, and then sounded. A more ghostly and beguiling voice sounded: "I will return your power, and... Help you find her..." The end of the voice was as light as spider silk floating in the wind, but it passed so clearly into the ears of the person who was chained to the stone pillar in front of him...