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Dreams are like dandelion seeds floating in the air, blooming wantonly under the sky, intertwined into the shape of dreams, floating in the wind. I look up to you from the rooftop in the distance, with my long hair scattered. I look up at the night sky, with my back hugging you. The Sorrow of Dandelion Introduction The sun has not yet risen, the sky in the distance is gradually whitening, and thick fog covers the valley. The crowd was also shrouded in mist, and the voices of people echoed between heaven and earth. The world was so silent, and the whole valley was filled with the refreshing fragrance of grass and trees. The boy pushed aside the heavy cover of the crowd, and the blazing light shone on his thin face. It was not the light before dawn, but the light of fire, the flames rising to the sky, burning the people he cared about most in his heart. The crowd was cheering, running, and celebrating. But his heart was as gray as ashes, and it was terrifyingly quiet. In 2133, the town was covered in flames. According to the images returned by the satellite, the huge mecha stepped out of the flames. The firelight illuminated the boy standing on the mecha. His face was pale, like a vampire who had just awakened from the coffin. Mechanically waving sharp claws and blades Return, former warrior