Before you know it, the sky is gradually turning purple and black. This purple-black color is particularly magical, and although it is a dark tone, it makes me feel a sense of hope. This color reminds me of an unnamed fire being generated there, a few clouds of smoke brewing, and the accompanying air must be a new smell, as if something good is about to happen.

"We're going back. The elven leader said solemnly.

"Are you going back?" asked Huster with concern.

"Yes, I want to be here forever to play with you, but the hardships of life don't allow me to do so. Life is always like a leather whip, constantly whipping me, making it difficult for me to stop, do what I want, and do what I really want to do. After saying that, it sighed deeply to make itself appear well versed in the vicissitudes of the world.

The nervousness of the elven leader, I've learned before. It's like a bard, sometimes cheerful and rough, sometimes serious and deep. It's the kind of creature that doesn't have a fixed style, or it might be its style if it doesn't. If its words and deeds have a consistent charm, nine times out of ten, the elven leader has changed its temperament. If a person is abnormal, then he has become normal, but it is abnormal, right? Normal and abnormal can also be understood as abnormal and normal, respectively. What is normal? Probably a way of behaving that doesn't exceed a vague range. But the boundaries of this range are really blurred, it always shines on the track, but it never settles. No one can say exactly what this boundary is about, because there is no way to measure it. What you think it is, it will grow into. It's very strange, but it's not strange that the strangeness is superimposed, right? In the crowd, choosing to hide oneself or pursue a sense of existence has its own considerations. Either way, though, it seems normal, as both have their own areas of fun. Do these two models reflect different values, or do they reflect the same values, but they are just superficially different?

The elven leader waved goodbye to us, and then resolutely turned around and led the elves away, step by step.

Will they come back next time?

I suddenly realized, how can I turn against the guest? I actually used the word "come", I seem to regard this dream garden as my own territory. It's weird. Why is this happening? How did I do it? Obviously, I am just a passer-by in this place, why do I have such a deep sense of ownership?

Is the so-called belonging, the so-called homeland, a natural geographical gene, or an inner identity? People can't choose the labels and attributes they are born with, right? These things are not decided by themselves. You can never know why you were born this way and not that way. And no one can say for sure, maybe everything is accidental, maybe the timeline is just a little worse, and everything will be completely different.

All.

In other words, what we have now is unimaginably fragile. All the strong fortresses that he has constructed may fade from their vivid colors with a single flick, and then soften into vain bubbles, hidden in the sea and sky.

Who can do anything about this?

That's what the world is.