First Interstellar Legion

It rained all night, and the scorching heat that had lasted for days finally dissipated. On the edge of the dense forest, on an inconspicuous hillside, a thin dark-colored silhouette stands against the wind, with its back against the wild grass, facing the mountains. She stood like that until the morning fog gradually subsided, until the sunlight finally penetrated the gaps in the dense forest, leaving a light and shadow like silk and white snow. The cold wind has not stopped, and the thin back is like a dart flag stuck in the soil at the top of the slope, never tilting even an inch. His eyes were as bright as silver, like a sharp arrow accurately projected in the mist of light and shadow, shooting straight towards the stacked mountains and the dim tile under the mountains. "Click". Something just settled there. Turn around. The sound of the wind stretches out wantonly, twists and turns, and breaks through the shackles. This warrior under the sky never stops. Crash all the way, gallop all the way, the road is long, wind and rain never stop, her eyes are always pointed at the top of the sky, the top of the universe.