The wind blows from the north, and legend has it that the people of Petra can ride on the wind across the grasslands.
Tara grew up on this prairie and thought she would be buried there.
The rivers that converged from the northwest ran through Aztec, bringing the prosperity of an empire.
Amina has always lived in the most prosperous city in the empire. Even when she fled at the age of 15, she never expected that she would never set foot on the territory of her motherland again.
The gears of time are creaking, everything for them has not begun, everything for them has ended.
The story begins here.
This is a collaborative original work between me and Mr. Tuanzi (yes, Mr. Tuanzi from the Little Theater of Tuanzi). In fact, Mr. Tuanzi is the main writer O O
The products produced by the dim sum shop must be of good quality.
As for our Tara and Amina
They are still them, they are not them, a new story, a new beginning.
That's all.