When Asher Mo opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a purple-red sky. He blinked slowly, slowly turned his neck, and then he stood up. He found that this was not the sky, but a palace made of amethyst. Because the palace was so big, a brick was as big as a carriage, so he mistakenly thought it was the clouds.
There was a tall man standing in the distance, leaning against the window and looking outside.
The man was wearing a robe whose texture was unknown, barefoot, holding a luminous glass cup in his hand, absentmindedly swirling the amber liquid inside. Outside the window, a tree of red flowers was in full bloom, with a little silver light dripping from its core.
There are no such clothes and flowers in the world.
Asher Mo was sure that there was no such palace in the human world.
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