Echoes of Destiny

The giant tree feeds on dream bubbles. Can the children sleeping in the hotbed of destiny distinguish between reality and dreams? The halo floating in the void is the same as reality and nothingness. The dice in his hand shook, strangely but at the same time becoming reasonable. Primitive man knocks on the stone, and the differences in human nature emerge. One or two? The lines have long been blurred. Who can tell whether the chess player is the chess player or the chess piece that flipped the table until the end of the story, but from the beginning of the whole story, the Lord of Destiny has never been far away.