Western fantasy short stories
Their destinies are all controlled by others. Alas, struggling is useless, and it doesn't seem right to destroy them. Let's just destroy them.
If when she offers her true heart, the other side abandons it like worn out shoes, then this heart will fall, fall, and fall until it rots in the air, dissolves into liquid, and lands on the wasteland, but this heart is still waiting for a person who sows seeds to appear.
In the wind blowing across the wilderness, there is something that this heart has been pursuing all her life. Those are her last words: "Perhaps you have an apple tree seed?"
Intention: Cherish
