Qiyu

Carrying bone-burning memories and the residual warmth of civilization, she fell into his silent realm. The branches and leaves have not become greener because of her, nor have the tree trunks trembled because of her. He just used a shadow to catch the hot sparks around her when she was tired and folding her wings. No words needed, no contract needed. In the eternal silence, the wounds deep in the soul are healed; in the endlessly jumping flames, one listens to the echo of the world that has not been heard in millions of years.