This is a silent world, and the Star Dome Railway stretches into the endless void. Xiadie, like a light forgotten by time, floats on this cold and lonely track. Her growth is without noise, only the whisper of loneliness and self-dialogue. Every material, every breakthrough, is like a faint tremor deep in the heart, slowly spreading into the ripples of life.
The ethereal omen is the first wisp of wind she collected. The wind gently passes through the cracks of the soul, bringing a virtual and real echo. The echoing wail is like a hidden wound slowly bleeding in silence. The eternal elegy is like an endless sorrow, swirling in the depths of her soul, ethereal but inescapable. She picked up these fragments, but was afraid that these fragments would become her shackles. Growing up here is not a bright and beautiful bloom, but a lingering entanglement with pain again and again, and a lonely self-torture again and again.
The dark moonlight she needed to break through was hidden in the whispering forest of stagnant shadows. It was a deep and cold place, just like the most secret corner of her heart. She walked into the forest, heard the whispers in her heart, and felt the coldness brought by every piece of darkness. Her growth was the result of looking directly into the darkness again and again, and the courage to find the glimmer of light in fear and helplessness. She understood that the so-called strength is not only the blessing from the outside world, but also the tenacity in the fragile part of the heart.
The material of her deeds is the seeds scattered in her life. The seeds of thinking, the sprouts of manas, and the Alayahua are like dreams that have never sprouted and hopes blown away by the wind. They grow in the cruel soil of the ruins of disputes and struggle hard in the ashes of Xuanfeng City. Every seed contains her secret desire for the future. She watered it with actions and moistened it with tears, even if the road was full of thorns.
The consumption of credit points is the price she paid. Millions of credit points, like silent debts, weigh on her shoulders. She kept giving and struggling on this long journey, as if only in this way could she gain a brief peace. Credit points are not just numbers, they are heavy time, unspeakable sacrifices, and the scars she has left after walking through the darkness.
Exclusive Light Cone – “Let farewell be more beautiful”, this name is like a silent farewell ceremony. She bid farewell to the fear of the past and the unbearable fragility. In every ethereal omen and eternal elegy, she learned how to make farewell soft and gentle. Farewell is no longer separation, but another interpretation of life, and the deepest comfort she gives herself.
There is no shortcut to her growth. Treabar’s recharge discount has become the only comfort on this long road. Perhaps, everything in this world needs to be paid for, and she is just trying to get through this journey easily in her own way. Every recharge is a mark of her compromise with reality and a symbol of her transaction with the future.
This Star Dome Railway is her lonely journey and a silhouette of her life. The light and darkness emanating from her body, like a silent dialogue, tells the pain and glimmer of growth. Her story does not need to be sensational, but it deeply portrays every soul that longs to be understood.
Xiadie’s quantum memory is the pulse of a lonely star in this silent universe. She depicts a broken but complete life form in a silent way. Those numbers and materials are like a kind of secret poem. Only by feeling it with your heart can you glimpse the tenderness and helplessness in it.
Her growth is not a triumphant song of victory, but an endless wait, watching the glimmer of light alone in the long night. Let us accompany her quietly, on this starry railway, to find the tranquility and destination that belongs to her.