Dreams of dust, deer among bananas.
Warming a pot of wine, holding a sword, the fierce cold wind penetrates the clothes.
She has become famous,
And those cyan robes he wore in those old years had long become the chilly background of her dreams.
The sky is full of stars.
The land is desolate.
If you are interested in updating, welcome to collect and comment. (Probably Nanao will fill in this hole after finishing this article. I quite like the setting of this article, and I may make some changes at that time.)
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