Gods can live forever; humans cannot live forever. The sun is blazing, and the sand and stones in the desert use the blazing heat of the sun to hide their cold hearts. A soul-stirring dance could not express the desolation in her heart...
This story is purely fictitious, and everything that appears in it is conceived by me, regardless of spells, titles, etc. This article is generally biased towards Indian and Burmese style. If you don't understand, I will explain it later. It has no romantic color and is biased toward fantasy. Please be careful before entering!