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[2018 King of Glory Literary Contest · Essay Entries] There are always some people who are unwilling to be at the mercy of fate and try to escape from it; only to find that even the almighty God cannot escape the shackles of fate. In ancient times, the heaven and earth split; cracks appeared in time and space; the goddess of fate broke out of the seal. Thousands of years of loneliness, one thought turns into a devil. Cracks appear in time and space, and the order of time and space is disrupted. The gods massacred the demons, and the demons retreated and turned into beasts. The giant Pangu tree, the source of the divine power of the gods, withered overnight; the divine power of the gods gradually declined, and they fell into the cycle of life and death. The gods who fell into reincarnation relied on the blood of gods to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; they gradually differentiated into powerful clans.

A person's fall often begins with confusion and pain. Because there is a crack in my heart that cannot be healed, but I can't find a safe haven; so I let myself sink into the vast sea. The more painful the injury, the faster the fall. The desolate night is always filled with silent sadness. The night is dark; it blocks the unbridled sadness.