Huddled in the mouth of the silt, covered in black mud and sewage, but when I opened my eyes for the first time, what I saw was the warm sun rising slowly in the east.
The claustrophobic swamp seems to have no borders. The black mud is covered with strange white lotus flowers. Dirt is entangled at its foundation. The petals are still as pure and beautiful as first love, with an indescribable pink color, as pure as white paper.
The young man's eyes were like water balls gathered together by transparent glue, and even the black mud that had not been completely cleaned except for sticking to the white thighs. Whether it was his transformed robe or the long and sparse hair falling on his neck, they were all so white that it made people feel [scary].
No, it shouldn't be "he", it should be "him".
Qiu is a god made of a lotus flower. He currently does not have any fighting skills, and he does not know whether his true identity is suitable for interacting with humans. He is also deeply grateful that ordinary people or people who are not favored by gods will not see him.
He is like that piece of white paper. Although there are some traces of wiping with simple drawings, someone has gently but firmly wiped it back to its original whiteness with an eraser. At least there is no trace of dirt left on it.
There is no other reason why the god is such a waste. He feels that he may have slept for a long time, so long that he has lost his memory and most of his common sense. He only remembers that he is a lotus essence, and he can barely make up for the embarrassing [divine words] of the god as long as he can speak.
Qiu was alone, holding the original flower in his hands, moving forward without direction or destination.
There is no future and no past.
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OOC warning!
Qiu's birthday 5.16
Purpose: good health