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Categories: words and feelings
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Flying light flying light, persuade you to drink a cup of wine, I do not know the green sky is high, the yellow ground is thick. Decades ago, the dynasty collapsed overnight, leaving only a small stuttering from the sea of blood to struggle out. She has been lost for many years, but eventually she was led out of the fog by a person, pursuing the organization that sells hallucinogenic "flying light" all the way north, and once again smelled the familiar scent of horrible blood. Unbeknownst to her, a web of poison has already been woven in the dark, closing in on her....