The lonely traveler wanders in the abyss day and night.
One day, he suddenly discovered that a beautiful little flower bloomed on the steep cliff. The little flower was delicate and could not bear the erosion of darkness, and its bright color gradually faded away.
The traveler tried his best to save her, but he could not save the little flower from decline. He could only watch in silence as the little flower gradually dried up and lost its brightness. The stems bent and the petals withered.
As the traveler watched, the wetness on his face woke him up. He suddenly picked off the small flower and held it in his hand.
He looked directly at the thick black fog in front of him, took steps, and started running. His pace became more and more urgent, with the whistling wind in his ears, and the heart that had been silent for a long time in his chest was beating wildly. He wanted to leave, taking his flowers with him.
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The background and everything are just written in nonsense, don't go into details.
Intention: love