A layer of light mist permeates the whole world, and everything in this world is gradually becoming a part of this light mist, looking so untouchable, only the outline of light remains.

People look at their palms, which are crystal clear like the rest of their bodies.

This word, which should not have been used to describe the human body, is now so appropriate. In the face of all this, there is no trace of panic in people's eyes, they all seem to be so calm, as the light and mist rise in the direction of the sky, they seem to be very close to each other, but in this world, people are living in their own relatively independent regions, and they can't even be regarded as groups in terms of spatial distribution, let alone how close they are.

It's just that this light fog breaks the concept of space, and everything in the world rises as a whole as if it were on a plane.

After a dazzling flicker, the world composed of light outlines disappeared, leaving no trace, and the world returned to its original appearance, as if it had taken off a coat and restored its original form, but this cloak took away all life, leaving the world with death-like loneliness and endless darkness .......

"White Fruit" poem recitation style (1) white light is being hit by hand, please wait for a while,

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