Traveler's Essays

When the golden tree withered, the blessings collapsed, and the ancient will of the borderland whispered in the cracks. An unblessed foreign boy fell from the "mist of reality" and failed to follow the path of becoming a king. He was entrusted with protecting the sleeping petite fire - the god Melina. The young man once indulged in the fantasy of "savior" and cried out for "fate" when in danger, completely unaware of the importance of protection. Melina's eyes hid the remaining warmth of the golden tree and the cold light of death. She only called him softly when he was reckless, and used sparks to heal his wounds when he was injured. After walking through the broken territory, the young man gradually realized in the fetters that protection is never empty talk. It is the storm that supports the shield, the cold night that ignites the fire, and the way of life that is carved between conspiracy and shackles.