Paradise will be completed and order will be born
Fragments of memory bloom one by one in front of your eyes, and your soul shuttles in dreams
Go see her as a child, go see me as a youth, listen to God's will, and see the land of dreams
I will guard the chaotic memory, fly to the sky and become the sober sun
Sunday's first-person perspective, no cp, can be watched as an if line, mainly about the memories before becoming a god on Sunday, the writing is very poor, like the youth pain literature about eating poisonous mushrooms, often incomprehensible, some settings do not need to be taken seriously, I will try my best to fit the original work, but there is no guarantee that it will match the original work in your mind, I don't mind knocking on the cp
Concept: Why does life sleep and why do birds fly?