Enlightenment

Fear spread from the depths of darkness, and he felt powerless. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, maybe a day, maybe thousands. He forgot everything, he didn't know where he came from and where he was going, he didn't even know who he was? But he knew that he would not stay like this forever. Finally, he opened his eyes, and the dark purple world-burning demonic flames burned the whites of his eyes, flowing, leaping, and entangling around the golden pupils. A few rays of fire have come out of the eyes, swaying messily in the wind. There was still darkness in front of him, but he gradually felt the presence of his body. He used all his strength to separate his upper lip and lower lip. Countless cracks appeared, and a weak sound like the fluttering wings of a butterfly came from his long-dead throat: "I'm back." Two rays of golden light burst out from the golden pupils, breaking through the layers of clouds, burning the clouds, and illuminating the dark sky.