When the fire of the blue purgatory is blazing, when the wolves are chasing by, when the wind blows through your silver-white hair, floating in the sky, have you ever caught sight of it and been immersed in it? Have you ever encountered the wanton flooding of dreams, just like a pastoral land that was submerged during a flood? However, when you open your eyes, you go from the other end of the bridge back to the original end of the bridge, and the world changes from another world back to the original world.
Intention: growth