Does parallel time and space really exist?
The memory is so clear, he was strong and gentle.
The dark and rough earth, the strong wind carrying sand and stones, scratched his rough and dark face, cinnabar-like blood drops, and scarlet eyes. The shirt is flying, and the corners blend into the dim surrounding environment, as if he is Shura from hell.
Move forward, very slowly, but every step is firm. His eyes were like knives, as if they could crush all evil. Hold the fist of justice.
She stood back, looking at him with certainty.
They are lovers and comrades-in-arms.
On Earth, or on Solo?
No matter where we are, we fight together.
But no one saw him behind her. He didn't think about his ambitions and just looked at her lonely.
There were no tears, but something in the air slipped faintly from her delicate face.
Snap, snap.
Maybe, it's heartbreak.
Intention: responsibility, love, fulfillment