The railway extends into the deep void, and the cold starlight falls on the back of the Forgotten Man. The materials are like cold fragments, scattered into the bones and texture of her growth. Breakthrough is a silent ritual, and the young shoots, Tianhua, and Rongzhi are like countless fragmented memories, sticking to her existence.
The young shoots are like cold morning dew, flashing with uneasy light, Tianhua is like a shadow in the dark night, and Rongzhi is like a broken bone, telling the process of life being torn and stitched again. The overheated steel blade is like a sharp blade, cutting her lonely soul. The credit points count indifferently, recording endless efforts and consumption.
The level upgrade is like broken glass fragments, stacked layer by layer, flashing cold light. The material requirements at each stage are the cutting and reshaping of the body and mind. The young shoots are intertwined with Tianhua, and the Rongzhi is entangled with the steel blade, shaping a broken but hard life form.
The trace material is a forgotten track. The regret of the infinite fake body is like a ghost. The Fiery Spirit, the Spark Essence, and the Burning Sky Demon are the collision of cold flames, burning in silence. Credit points are like the abyss under the ice, silent and unfathomable.
The stacking of skills and ultimate materials is a fragmented collage, and each fragment is the crack and healing of life. Behind those cold numbers is a silent struggle and self-healing.
The exclusive light cone “The long road will eventually return” is a poem of a lonely traveler, an interweaving of light and shadow. The material is like ice crystals, reflecting cold and clear light. The Fiery Spirit and the Burning Sky Demon collide with each other, blooming faint cold flames, and the Eternal Life Material is like a cold vein, supporting her fragile body.
This is a lonely road, and the material is a piece of ice carved on the bones. The Forgotten Return wanders on the edge of cold and light, his body is cut, and his soul is ignited. Treabar’s stored value is like a ray of light in the cold night, warm but distant.
I hope that everyone who sets foot on this starry sky railway can find their own existence and way home between fragmentation and rebirth.