First edition:
++++++ In 2300 AD, the youngest chief in the history of the Federation was assassinated.
++++++In the same year, in order to explore the truth behind the re-emergence of psychotropic drugs, Shen Chao, an intern at the Medical Research Institute, embarked on a long journey...
++++++ The truth from ten years ago was revealed bit by bit, but he, who thought he was infallible, was caught off guard by a pair of hands that broke in and lifted off the dark mask, revealing his original intention covered with dust under his skin.
... It's probably a story about an actor accidentally overturning his chess layout and being counterattacked by his own chess piece. (The counterattack here is a pun)
——I am the dividing line——
Second edition:
++++++He once embraced the stars and was filled with light.
++++++One day, the stars in my arms suddenly fell and disappeared into the boundless universe, and the bright light was swallowed up by the endless darkness.
++++++ He thought he had already sunk, but a pair of hands held him without hesitation.
++++++ With all the dust and dust swept away from his body, he bathed in the starlight and felt like he had eternal life.
——The dividing line is me——
+++++1. First time writing, product for self-entertainment, pure power generated by love, updated as chance goes.
+++++2. Probably, maybe, maybe it's more ridiculous?
Intention: The dim light before dawn will eventually wake up the sleeping morning light