"Dear Aye, I heard that you like the sun. I really want to take you to northern Russia on the next summer solstice, and hide together to spy on the sleepless sunlight of the North Pole."
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"I am used to being like a piece of dead wood floating in the sea. No one can pick me up, and no one can turn a piece of dead wood into jade. Everything in the world has its own destiny, so there is no need to force it."
Concept: Light travels between the abyss.