The layers of time and space are crossed and repeated, and the shuttle is free. Each piece can unfold an endless and endless picture. And your, mine, his, her destiny is like ink of different colors, intertwined together to create a colorful world.
One warm afternoon. A piece of snow-white dandelion. A certain song. A certain piano sound. Someone's warm tears. Some ancient story told by a voice. Some touching words from a group of kind people. On a certain continent in a certain time and space. A fantasy in a fantasy mirror.
This illusion is called the Shadow Spirit Empire. Inside, the people of the Shadow Spirit Empire were breathing quietly. Their fate was so colorful that it dripped quietly on the ground, and the picture scroll was painted quietly.
The lens dust at the beginning of this story has blocked the sunlight.
Everything is lost in the chaos, and everything is blurred in the fall.
When dreams are drowned, when traces are erased.
All love, hate and separation, all the wind and rain of life and death, everything.
It's just a complete blank.
Love is empty, hatred is empty, and memory is empty.
Empty.
This is an article I wrote a long time ago. Posted here for everyone to see. Comments welcome..
Also, I think this article is really, really novice... And cliché... If you don't mind, just read it...
If you mind, please stay for next time...