I often dream about all kinds of wonderful stories. In my sleep, I was no longer me, but the protagonist of those stories. In hazy dreams, I experience various wonderful worlds, sometimes riding a giant dragon across glaciers, sometimes turning into a mural to avoid pursuers, and sometimes without magic, I am just doing math problems that I can never solve on the junior high school campus. The world of dreams has infinite possibilities, and I am no longer the obedient girl who grew up in reality. Some of those stories are scary, some are gentle, some I can remember, and some I can no longer grasp when I wake up from the dream, leaving me only tired after the emotional ups and downs and feeling unexplained.
This is a dream of mine, but in the dream it is the short but brilliant life of a girl from a family of military commanders.
Mission: Peace is precious, destiny is unpredictable, cherish every day.