For creatures with eternity, time is probably the vaguest concept.
LAN huddled in a dark corner of the wall, her long hair sliding through her fingers enchantingly.
Most of the time, she was so crazy and stubbornly confronting herself for a long time; occasionally she would go to the supermarket to buy a whole bottle of red wine, wear a snow-white nightgown, and lie on the floor all night long with a hangover.
LAN itself doesn't know what it is for.
She lost all her memories of the first half of her life, and time was already superfluous to her.
Her heart is empty, and those who have no memories are shameful.
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