Is there an end to dreams?
The velvet-textured darkness rushes towards the face, mixed with fine firelight, and the bridges float in the clouds one after another.
As far as the heart is, so far is the dream.
The cracked door made a creaking sound as it was pushed, and the simple lantern exuded a yellow glimmer. The yellow butterfly flies into the dark abyss, and the big bell of heaven rings twelve Sanskrit tones.
The dream is extremely far and infinite, just like the stars extending into the endless distance.
Tonight, fantasy, endless fun.
I'm a newbie, so please forgive me if I don't like it.
Concept: People need a smile