When I was 17 years old, I was in the best years of my life. That year, I met a mysterious oriental girl in an ancient eastern country. She was like Pandya in Greek mythology, but she also carried the mystery of oriental witchcraft. Three days later, she disappeared into the vast sea of people. I felt lost and thought I had had a beautiful dream. There are poems, fairy music, and distant places in dreams. To use an old Chinese proverb, this is a mirror image.
——Kesh Gray Luggnell
This document is dedicated to my dear little prince (not the one from the fairy tale, nor the one from the alien planet).
It is updated every Tuesday because it is super short (you are obviously lazy qnq).