This is an era where magic and technology coexist. Human beings are no longer the only masters of the world. Groups coexist. The superficial peace is just a tool for each tribe to seek benefits, and war is still the epitaph of this era. Life after life will be annihilated, but what will never be forgotten is your smile. We meet each other in a vague way, so why have we known each other before? The white blade comes in, the red blade comes out. What takes away is not your life, but your smile to me... The world will collapse, everything will return to hell, everything will turn into dust, but even if we turn into dust, we will still recognize each other...
Intention: Three feet of green front with traces of the moon, dry tears on the banks of the Forgotten River