The wind carried a piece of snow, and the child of time waved his hand, and it passed through the junction and became a wisp of spring scenery floating on the branches.
"Whoosh-"
The wind has risen, the wanderer is eager to return home, the cicadas and birds are chanting to welcome him, and the child of time inadvertently drops the lamp above the human world.
A nearly undisturbed street - "The wind is clear and the clouds are surging, seekers, let's set off!"
Use travel to find the incomparable voice in your heart.
"Go... Go! Open up and go and pursue the heart that belongs to you!..."
"I must... Find it..."
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Purpose: Healing