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Last week, a strange thing happened to me, and the beginning and the whole process of this strange thing originated from a mirror that is still hanging in my bedroom. This mirror is more weird than strange. That mirror was like a dream. I saw my body gradually disappearing, bit by bit melting into the broadness and translucence of the mirror. I was affected by it and obsessed with it, like countless solid threads, controlling my puppet-like body, step by step towards the mouth of the abyss. It was a disaster in my life.

Everyone has seventeen, everyone has eighteen. In our ignorant age, we lamented the songs, lamented the time, lamented the distance. In this endless sorrow, there was always one person who came in and out. Being desperate for one's own safety often results in loneliness, but regardless of whether we have left or have never left, we are trapped in it and unable to extricate ourselves.

In a very long time, so long ago that humans have not yet used "AD" to remember years, so long ago that humans have long forgotten this era, and the sky is still dark. There are a group of guys here who don't know the heights and heights of the world. However, fortunately, they still have loyal ministers. Here, this once young battlefield of flying sand and stones is the [Void of Different Dimensions]. The empty ruler of this different dimension is actually the goddess Nuwa? ! Oh, aren't you curious about this falling legend? Welcome to [Dimensional Hollow]!