That year, you had bright eyes, a smile, and picturesque features, saying that you were destined to be an unparalleled hero. Wait for my war horse to gallop and return in triumph, carrying two kilograms of red makeup and wearing military armor. But I find that you are already wearing colorful clouds on your shoulders, wearing a red crown, marrying into a famous family, and sleeping on the bed of the devil...
Concept: Fantasy, imagination
