"My guest, you know, the fate of mortals in the world is like a lamp, and it has its own destiny to burn out. Unfortunately, there are always entanglements and disputes among the countless lamps in the world. Some lamps are forced to die early. The wick condenses unwillingness and obsession. Once a thought is born, it is difficult to disperse, and it has many shadows. The shadow is like a bean of life, and it is attracted by the Lantern Pavilion, as if the soul has finally found a place to stay. The lonely soul burns out its last breath and makes a wish, and the person who lights the lamp is entrusted to go to the place where the life soul lived to fulfill their wish. "
Beside the crackling fireplace of the inn, someone smiled softly, while those who listened attentively stared at the torches as if understanding something.
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