World Gray

Ashes of Worlds I thought the hardest thing was to face yourself honestly, but when you got there, you realized that facing yourself was just the beginning. The world and me, me and the world, is the first and final question. The lost time is like an illusion, with countless trajectories passing by, but the change is undeniable and irreversible. Love and hate ultimately end in nothingness, but they are not nothingness. Among the ashes, there may be new life. Intention: Everything is just right