This is a bewildering world, where one wanders in confusion, unable to distinguish direction.\The sounds of prayers mingle with what one sees and hears, yet the rate of falling has never changed.\Lines emitting a faint cyan glow, so delicate and silky beautiful, yet cannot escape the shackles of fate, gaze at the sky stained with the confusing moonlight, fractured and tangled.
In the sky floats a light with an indescribable radiance, as if fluttering butterflies, beautifully desolate. The young boy sits atop a tall tower, observing everything.\The night is desolate, the breeze lightly caresses, the heartbroken wanderer, at the end of the world.\Look at the moonlight high above, will tomorrow be sunny?\The radiance falls on the distant horizon, at this moment, castles of various sizes pierce the sky like spires.\On the land untouched by the mundane world, dark doors gather blood. Rich colors seep through the iron gates, nearly staining the sacred halls.\The giant clock tolls, the black iron doors slowly open. Who ultimately owns this throne?\The musicians blow the golden oriole horns, the gates swing wide. Following are fragrant roses scattered into the sky, a bright floral path extending to the end of the castle, lined with nuns in white dresses.\They bloom like lilacs along a path of red flowers, the breeze blowing against them, flowing through their long hair, as lines dance in the air.\The boy smiles at the breeze, then leaps down, lands, causing petals to scatter.\At the beginning of the scarlet flower path, dust swirls, two crimson carriages move up and down. The carriages are equipped with black iron cages, one carved with a phoenix of flowing clouds and flames, another carved like crystal ice, soft as water.\This scene is incomparably beautiful, the cavalry lay down their muskets and fire into the air, cheers rise like ocean waves.\A shadow steps forward, walking among the branches and flowers, then he reveals an angelic smile and softly says: "Begin."\At this time, the angry tide of roses blooms among the roses, white-clad officers blow the horns, seventy-two clock towers pierce the sky, swinging and roaring.\Then the iron doors slowly open, the friction of metal faintly audible. The sky changes to iron blue and then clouds with the color of fire, a black giant beast, covered in flames, rises, spreads enormous bone wings, lifts its head to the sky and breathes black fire.\A mournful roar sounds, causing a cold iron cage to open, a bone-chilling coldness rushes forward.The next second everything shattered on the ground, all the bright red flowers turned into ice crystals, withering and scattering. At this moment, the twin dragons descended, their jet-black wings sweeping up the heavy petals, and their golden eyes filled with pride.\ At this moment, crimson blood covered the ground, the wings spinning like blades as they stepped forward, beginning the slaughter.\ Accompanied by liberation, the fire dragon condensed a speck of flame, and waves of fire radiated outward like tidal waves, surging in all directions with intense momentum.\ Petals like flames turned into blackness along with the ground.\ Immediately after, icicle-like petals attached to the corner of another dragon's mouth, ejecting outward, and everything around transformed from fire into icicles shooting up from the ground.\ A power beyond human understanding condensed here, and everyone felt the pressure.\ The desolate flames danced wildly, the boy walked forward idly with his sword.\PS: Hmm, let's update, write for myself even though no one reads it anyway.
