I once met a goblin.
Those eyes, which contained a faint purple brilliance like the first glimmer of the morning sun on the vast grassland, were once like the candles of salvation, lighting up my dying life. And that ethereal and thin shadow that seemed to blend into all the loneliness in the world is still a scar in my heart that will never heal.
I thought that when I trekked from the ancient glacier covered with ice and snow for thousands of years to the Yujia forest where the verdant and lively insects and birds sing all day long, and drifted from the burning volcanic canyon to the boundless and hazy Wuwu Sea, time would be accompanied by wind, frost, rain and dew, and wear away the last touch of color in my life. But let the time roll by and the traffic flow, everything is like the old blood stains on the cold iron. The longer time passes, the deeper it becomes...