Bright

The lofty god sits on his altar, and the ever-shining corona makes everyone lower their heads and dare not look directly. The scorching temperature is enough to turn mortals who dare to approach into ashes. No one can pull him down from the altar. ——Unless he walks down by himself. Narcissus, very narcissus, BE, very B's E, stream of consciousness, very stream of consciousness, so much so that I can't even understand what I was thinking at the time. I used jj as a backup cloud disk, so tidying up the computer is much cleaner. Purpose: Love and Peace