One sentinel may be born for every one hundred people. But for every thousand people, a guide can be born.
Lin Youning is not one in 100, nor is he one in a thousand, he is just an ordinary ordinary person.
Maybe she was thinking about it day by day and dreaming about it at night. The night she was rejected by Gray Tower, she had a very strange dream.
The dream was a ruins burned by a mountain fire. She shivered and walked away all night, but nothing happened.
Then the next day, she appeared in this familiar forest again.
Hey, what else can I do?
Lin - giving up on himself - would rather sweep away the ashes and clean up the messy environment and repair the furniture with missing arms and legs.
Then, there is still an empty field, what a waste!
Why not plant some flowers!
Later, she belatedly realized that she seemed to have entered someone else's spiritual landscape in her dream. Although this spiritual landscape was extremely vast, she could not find the end of it after exploring for many days. Little did she know that her heroic figure digging with a hoe had already attracted a lot of attention.
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Almost all those who can enter the Gray Tower are sentinels who have made great achievements in exploration and combat. In the red tower that guards the largest human gathering place in the south, one to the south and one to the north of the Gray Tower, those sleeping are sentinels who cannot bear the mental exhaustion caused by high-intensity battles.
One morning, a voice muttered words like "flower" in disbelief.
Then the silent tower suddenly became lively.
"... Did you dream about it too?"
"You too?"
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(There should be interaction here but the author hasn't thought about it yet: P
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It is said that the top of the Red Tower,
Inhabited by the strongest sentinels of the last era.
At the beginning, when the largest insect wave broke out, he defended the fortress that was engulfed by the insect swarm alone for seven days and seven nights.
From then on, his world began to fall apart.
Countless grotesque insect corpses piled up under him, almost forming a mountain, but there were still boundless swarms of insects swarming towards him.
No end in sight,
Can't see the future.
He is on the throne, but he is the loneliest person in the world.
Until someone told him that she could hear it every night, every night,
Those painful and lonely whines.
"You have to look forward to that tender moment and don't be tempted by despair.
+++++++++——Bonakov's "To Vera"
[Instructions for consumption]
1. I follow the direction of the whistle, and there are many second settings.
2. The diligent little bee x the beautiful thorny red rose (?
3. To be added.
2023.5.22
Mission: Hope lasts forever
