The tall walls of the Temple of Reincarnation imprison the dome. The stars on the walls are embedded into strange pictures, swaying and gathering all the light into the palm of the statue. Silver rivers spread out from the light. It is the countless sorrows that this world has experienced in its lifetime.
In human myths and legends, dead souls will be reborn in the land of reincarnation. Qili stretched out her hand to fish out the heavy river, and the powerful impact of the fragments seemed to tear her apart. They carried her reflection and flowed over. Maybe a certain piece had briefly stayed in her world, carrying the memory of their meeting, and ran to the distance.
Thank you, the god who has no mercy for me, for bringing him to me to spend my long and short life. If my world is in your eyes, please be sure to witness my destiny.
Purpose: Write the script of destiny