He was lost in his own reflection, quiet and serene as a dream in the forest. He was proud and self-absorbed, haughty and spoiled, with an overwhelming possessiveness. The two of them gazed at each other like an elegant, graceful narcissus reflected across a pool of water. She was the water. Though he adored its gentle, nourishing softness, what he loved was only the reflection of himself that he could see in it. The other loved the same real form he saw in himself, yet could not harm the water, because without it, he could not survive. Are such dreamlike, illusory figures beautiful? Whether their beauty is tragic or sorrowful, only this kind can endure through time.
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Du Yahu, Du Yahu, just do whatever you want. I'm so envious of your possessions. Haha, keep up the good work. I'm waiting to see your more excellent works.
Du Yahu, Du Yahu, just do whatever you want. I'm so envious of your possessions. Haha, keep up the good work. I'm waiting to see your more excellent works.