There is endless darkness in the depths of the Netherworld Abyss.
The flowers growing on the banks of the River Styx are swaying and spreading a scarlet halo, like beautiful yet cruel bubbles. "Tick-tock... Tick-tock..." The scarlet flower juice flowed out from Bai Su's hand, dripping on the jade and making a crisp sound, quietly swaying in the dark and boundless abyss. The plain white clothes were swaying, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing could be heard.
Only a sigh was left at the broken part of the flower.
Meeting is for parting, and the past is always confusing in the past.
If I no longer remember you, if all the past events are just illusions fabricated by fate, then my existence will also be dispersed with the wind. Please believe that I am just lost in the mistakes of the years.
The flowers are blooming on the road, I will be back soon.
It follows some of the framework of traditional fairy tales but is different, and is bypassed by textual research.