In the year 781 of the Yaen calendar, so much happened. Whether war or love, everything was eventually shrouded by the billowing smoke of the battlefield. In the end, death put a full stop to it all. The only thing left was the Giza Desert's timeless fine sand, carried by the wind toward an endless distance...
People in later generations could not describe all of it in detail. In the end, they could sum it all up in just three short words:
“...That year...”
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I'm guessing... This was written by Ziji - -