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On a lonely autumn night, there is not a single star on the boundless black screen, bathed in moonlight
The tiles below can be compared to the moon.
He was walking in the long street of the ancient town, holding an oil lamp, and his dark robe and cloak were flying in the autumn wind.
He is an oil lamp seller, but in the rich darkness of the night, he is also the incarnation of evil selling souls.
The panicked blue fire ran rampant in the oil lamp, but it could not change its fate of being burned.
He walked onto the path again and knocked on the creaking and swaying wooden door of his next target.
"Would you like to buy a lamp?" His words were like a devil's whisper, echoing in the empty alley, charming.
Trade your soul for it.
The wooden door opened uncontrollably as if it was bewitched, inviting the passing lamp seller to step in.
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The blue candle light lit up again, but it didn't matter if it wasn't a candle light. He thought indifferently.
Only the moon knows anyway.
The sound of the wind waxes and wanes.
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The rich night gushes out like flowing liquid, scattering invisible under the pull of the boundless stars.
In the center of thousands of stars, he sat calmly in front of the table. On the mahogany table was a plate of chess pieces. The black shirt floats in the wind, rising and falling again.
He is the embodiment of destiny, a child of the moon, and his hair is inherited from the moon like a puddle of autumn water. His twin brother controls the soul and he controls the destiny, watching people's birth, life, and death in front of the funny chessboard all day long.
The chess pieces in front of him disappeared and then reappeared, lasting for a long time.
Just when he was predicting the fortune, his eyelashes blinked slightly.
After learning that his twin brother was harvesting soul lamps wantonly in the long street of the ancient town, he calmed down.
Will his brother, who has been suppressed for thousands of years, finally return to the world like a purple star falling from the sky?
I'm really looking forward to it, brother.
The night is getting darker again, and even the last bit of starlight has been extinguished, indicating that the game between the chess pieces will eventually come to an end.
He and his brother are twins.
Twin chess pieces.
Intention: intertwined love and hate