Shimmer of Illusion

I haven't written for a long time, and my feelings and memories are a bit rusty. I feel like I am getting moldy, hiding in a small space and slowly degenerating, becoming a self-bound cocoon. For a long, long time, I left the written word, my author, and my fellow readers, and I felt unbearably lonely. The emptiness and loneliness could hardly be described in words. Therefore, no matter what my health is like, I still decided to come back and continue to tell stories for everyone with my immature writing style. This is a very old story. I had a draft a long time ago. After several revisions, I dared to post it one after another. I wonder if it meets everyone's wishes? Conception: