The world we are talking about exists overnight and seems like a dream.
We are convinced that it is real, whether it is alive at the other end of time or between the mirror and the moon.
We call it - Moores.
Murs is divided into four cities, and each city is like a country.
Therefore, for thousands of years, the dark fire has continued.
This book is co-written and it took us four years of hard work. Everyone in it is a real person. I hope everyone can feel it with your heart.
Author's message:
17: Life is so thin. The only thing that catches my eye is you and the airtight night. It turns out that all the tenderness and cruelty come from young people. Holding a gun in one hand and holding the starry sky in the other, they come slowly. I only have so much warmth in my life, but I pour it all into this country where the breath turns into frost. Everyone has something they hold on to. Slowly, the years grow, and the seasons, birds and flowers, gradually, you are among them. I watch your past, standing tall and short, with long and short subtitles. Your lines are in my ears, but they are alive in the time and space without me. Moores, I am willing to shine with you, fall with you, and love you forever.
09: Not in a fairyland, but more like in a charming purgatory. And I am destined to cling to the human world. Like a bird in the forest and a fish in the water, I have to live in the mortal world and cater to hibernation time and time again. Just by chance, I embrace you deeply. I turned into a peregrine falcon and looked down at your past, present and future cruelly with a gentle look. It was like listening to an extremely beautiful piece of music, composed with a melody that I was born to envy. The beauty is shattered at the touch of a touch. As I think about these mixed thoughts, I never forget that Moores has been by my side so far, and that I, as an ordinary person, have been so well off.