Mottled stone pillars, messy rubble, ruins covered with emerald green vines, and bluestone roads that are already covered with moss and filled with a layer of fine water.
"Dream?" Wright stared at the soft and beautiful surroundings in amazement, and could even feel a bit of the spring breeze.
He looked up at the sky blankly. There was no yellow sand of the Gobi Desert, the dome of Socrates, no pitch-black sky, or the terrifying scarlet moon.
There was only the blue sky and a few floating white clouds, like jellyfish in the deep sea.
The sun hanging high above our heads hides under the clouds, as if it is tired of the hard work of shining on everything and wants to take a short rest for a few days and have a rare long vacation.
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