I see. . . Stars float like foam in the cosmic sea. . .
Birth and destruction are just a matter of a moment.
Ah. . . The so-called life is nothing more than this kind of existence, beautiful and fragile. . .
The joy of the birth of life, the sorrow of passing away, all the thoughts flooded into my body, and what followed was another deep sleep. . . .
The world is not unique, there are parallel world settings
The author has a great imagination and anything can happen.