It is not the birth that determines a person's fate, but the choices they make.

- Evas

The intoxicating halo wrapped in lazy temperature is the most comfortable laziness under the ancient banyan giant tree.

The faint and enchanting light fluttered like pollen, and flocks of golden gels with plump plumps spread their wings in the sky, greedily embracing, breathing, and feeling every slightest tenderness. Xing Xiangzi's blooming hillside reflects the fiery red sky like blood agate, which always reminds people of the poet standing on a high place at sunset and lamenting the passage of time and the transience of life. In the shallow grass, the moisture from the warm soil slipped from the grass and coalesced into crystalline droplets the size of beans on the edges as sharp as knives. Colorful butterflies flutter in the reflection of the water droplets, and horsetail-shaped clouds float softly, as if you can put it into the frame of your dreams with your hand. The thousand-year-old banyan tree quietly looks at the infinite beauty, even if it is short-lived.

Beautiful ballads are sung under the clear blue sky, as if to pray to the gods, and the whispers of the breeze creep quietly in the ears, leaving a soft beauty that gives people endless illusions. I remembered the elves' stories from afar, thanking life for a day of happiness for people.

At noon, the sun shines brightly, and the sun god himself comes down to wave the four wings of light around him, dispel cold and fear, bring happiness and beauty, and bring justice to the world without fear of sin and punishment. Will the six gods from afar come to earth again, as the language says? Who will decide whether it will be a blessing or a curse? Fish flow endlessly under the sparkling waters, hiding a thousand-year-old city underwater, and larvae chirping in the swamps of the shallow grass forest, preaching the legend of the Valley of the Green Ring.

The July breeze blows from the east side of the city of Dumille, through the rue de la Van and the 14th Avenue and the Promenade de Lind-de-Bourmets, through the shade of the trees, with its salty and fishy smell from the depths of the sea, which always evokes a sense of the grandeur of a voyage.

In the northern village of the Dragon Kingdom facing the sea of stars, the fisherman has gone out to sea, his calloused hands clenching the oars, and his eyes are full of endless distance. With the blessings of their families and partners, their dedication to the stars and the sea, and the courage to face the unknown, they are looking for wealth, the meaning of their existence, and the world of their own.

Going to sea is a major event for every Dragon Country village. The people of the Dragon Kingdom, who are known for their exploration, regard the distance as the destination of their destiny, and every departure is a voyage. Children have grown up to gather shells and oysters around the golden boulder beach, or try to find the secrets of the ancients 4,000 years ago in the intricate patterns, or swim in the scorching sun and get sunburned. Gradually, they begin to take on a share of responsibility for their families.

The last meal, the last meal before the expedition, the weeping person will not make excuses for the tears, but I hope that the silent person will not be noisy. Some people don't want to hear the blessing and let their dreams be extinguished, so they get drunk and wake up with the journey. Some people don't want to see sad separation, so they enjoy the loneliness and melancholy when the sunset sets alone in the corner, and pin their hearts on the distance.

When the prologue to the sea sounded on the shoreline flush with the ground, the crew straightened up their clothes and stood in a row on the deck, watching their hometown fade away and disappear into the place where it met the sky, where the sea had disappeared. One by one, the fishing boats turned into the dazzling shadows of the flowing river, sailing to the far horizon, heading towards the blurred distance.

Their relatives, children, and friends sang songs on the shore that shook the ocean:

Songs envelop hope,

Pray for the safe return of those who have gone away.

Dazzling Shadow presents blessings,

Wait for the whispers of the stars.

The wind is beautiful,

The night is also peaceful.

Hold up the sails of the voyage,

Draw up the parting pulp,

Let the afterglow under the canopy illuminate our glory,

Set sail with hope

The sea of stars, the endless sea, the sea of poetry, the blurred ocean, the place where the stars fall is the end of the world. This is the story that generations of old people have been talking about, the myth that has been passed down under the stars by the campfire, and the bedtime story of children, which is so incredible and fascinating. Far away where the horizon disappears is the beginning of a new world, and this world has no end.

It is said that on the other side of the sea is another continent, a beautiful country, a world full of flowers and flowers.

There are people who chant poems and paintings, sing praises to legendary poems, and use the meaning of the mountains to line the name of flowing water; some people cook wine and discuss swords, enjoy the moon with flowers, drink with the sunset as a companion, and look up to a lifetime; or play chess and drink tea, play empty tunes, and a small bamboo blows out a world-famous song, so that the divine birds in the sky bow their heads and bow their eyebrows. In the clouds and mist, there are a forest of ancient temples, revealing bursts of coldness, and the light of golden glass is all around, and neat and neat buildings are lined up one after another.

Some people say that there are two magical cities in the sky, one chasing the sun, and night never falls. One chases the stars and the moon, and the day never rises. It is said that the people there were born with huge wings, soaring over the highest firmaments, touching the edges of the divine realm and the mortal world. It is said that the city of eternal day is the embodiment of fire, burning the injustice of the world with justice, and it is said that the city of the polar night is the carrier of moonlight, which nourishes the earth with its warm silver light.

Legend has it that there are four mysterious gems in the world with magical powers, the Time Gem rules time, the Space Gem rules space, the Life Gem governs life, and the Wisdom Gem governs wisdom. With them, you have the power of heaven and earth, either to save the world or to cause calamity. Those legends of tens of millions of years have been washed away by the river of time, leaving countless puzzles for future generations.

It's not that there is no end to the world, but that no one has come to the end.

Very few people have been to the mysterious continent, and even fewer have returned. Legend has it in the world that the mysterious continent has been to the east, and before that, it has to cross the sea of ten thousand poems and face endless wind and waves. The vast sea of ten thousand poems towers over countless relics of ten thousand poems, and the inscriptions are engraved with the verses of adventurers, which are the eulogies written by each latecomer for the former, commemorating the brave heart. As everyone knows, his eulogy has also become a masterpiece of later generations.

Legend has it that there is an abyss on the sea of Wanshi, the infinite abyss, the end of which the sun does not shine, and is engulfed by endless darkness. All the seawater poured into it, but the seawater never disappeared or decreased for hundreds of years, and the Infinite Abyss was like a bottomless pit that attracted and swallowed generations of explorers. Many of the adventurous ships disappeared into the endless abyss, and fear eventually made people rarely set foot on the mysterious continent on the other side of the Wanshi Sea again.

This is especially true of La Plata in the sky, where people look up at the sky, and some only have awe and imagination for the sky. As for the legend of La Plata, it gradually became a myth. The city of eternal day and the city of polar night has become a myth written by people.

Legends always give people some solace in ignorance.

It is an immutable fact that people who live in a world that they do not understand always like to make up some legends to numb themselves. This was true 10,000 years ago, and nothing will change in 10,000 years.

Even at this time, people who think they know everything like to believe stories that are not true.

The stories in the legends, true or false, have been forgotten in the long river of time. The legend of the savior, the story of the dragon slayer warrior has been sung from generation to generation, the spirit of the heroes is admired by the world, and the immortal war spirit will also return from extinction. Wings fell in the Temple of Light, and justice in the Temple of Darkness never changed. The Ancient Spirit Array at the top of the world is sealed with a broken divine sword, waiting for the arrival of the Child of Destiny to write a different future. Comets streaked by, their tails swept across the vast sky, astrologers looked at endless galaxies, and the brightest stars rose from the darkness in the omen of destiny.

Some people ask, why do legends become legends, and why are heroes born?

There are also people who always envy the heroes of the legend for being so happy and great. But they rarely think about everything they give up for the sake of their mission. They are also human beings, and they also have parents and family members, and the injury will be painful, whether the injury is serious or not, and the parting will be sad, regardless of the length of time.

But what they are carrying is responsibility. Fate is cold, and they have to have the courage to accept being forgotten and misunderstood by the world to create more people's happiness, so that more people in this world can love what they love, think about what they think, and miss what they think.

It is precisely because of the existence of such people, generation after generation, that the legend will never die.

Searching for the end of the world, exploring the unknown, generation after generation, the years turn into a bond to connect people. When I look at the galaxy, I feel extremely proud in my heart, and every time I go back to the capital, I feel proud, because it is a testimony of a miracle.

The world is not endless, but no one dares to think that the end of the world is in their hearts.