The wind and snow in the desert fell quietly, and she walked slowly along the wilderness, the cocoon marks under her feet engraved with traces of wandering. The general on the city wall has a steady gaze and carries an unspeakable burden on his shoulders. The two worlds met accidentally in the cold wind, but never came close. The lone smoke rises straight up, as if telling their story silently. The wind and snow cover up the past and blur the road ahead, leaving only faint traces waiting to be found.
Her steps were firm and silent, as if she was resisting the ruthlessness of fate with every step. The general's figure is lonely and tall, like a mountain peak standing in the wind and snow. In troubled times, no one can predict how the future will unfold. Only the wind and snow in the sky and the lonely smoke silently witnessed their unspoken expectations and struggles.
Intention: growth