He is a wandering soul that has been floating in the universe for tens of millions of years, a silent existence like countless tiny dust particles in the air. He has witnessed countless changes in the mountains and rivers, and the transfer of the stars and the moon. He is lonely. Occasionally, I drifted to a cliff. A plant on the cliff had already sprouted buds and was about to bloom. The moment the flowers bloomed, the colorful glow enveloped the entire mountain, but disappeared in an instant. Looking at the plant again, it has disappeared without a trace, and the wandering spirit seems to have never appeared.
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"Hey! Don't - go - so fast, I can't keep up." A delicate-looking doll shouted while staggering behind the "iceberg" in front of it. The person in front was still moving forward quickly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
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"Shall we go on an adventure?"
"Okay!" The man looked at the people around him fondly.
"Go now!"
"What about the little buns?"
"Take away"
"Okay!"