After a while, a tornado-like sound was heard in the distance, clouds were swirling, fog was filled, lightning and thunder roared, both real and illusory. The wind shook violently, raging so violently that it gave me goosebumps all over my body, and I couldn't help but wrap my coat tightly and look at this picture of teeth and claws from afar. Miraculously, my heart reacted like a magic bubble potion. In my consciousness, the yellow-green mixed liquid in the different forms of ceramics was rippling and boiling hot, and I felt like some magic was manifesting. I breathed a sigh of relief, and my body and mind felt as if I had been purified.

I don't know how to describe my confusion about this madistic coldness. On the surface, it is running away from it, but deep down there is a primal longing for it, just like the exhilarating chirping of a bird in the Amazon rainforest. This may seem like schizophrenia, but I always feel that everyone's subconscious has such a tendency to be more or less implied, but the degree of exposure is different, or rather, the time of exposure is different.

Suddenly, two vague human figures appeared in front of them, and the wind suddenly stopped, and the calm reoccupied the world. Glittering golden flowers swirled around their bodies, making it impossible to discern their exact form. And it's worth mentioning that I can't remember how they came from far to near anyway, and the film in my mind seemed to be jammed. There is only the beginning of the change, but there is no replay of the process, which is really weird.

It is impossible to confirm their trajectory.

It's as if the balance of logic is broken, and if one part of logic is rewritten, then logic may no longer be logic. So what is this? Is it a freewheeling control of consciousness? I shuddered, the Arctic ice was overwhelmingly freezing fragments of my thoughts, I was shackled in it and could not move, the confusion and confusion could not be dissolved, and the sense of alienation and confusion that traveled through time and space once again enveloped my body.

Golden flowers flowed around them, like freshly boiled golden soup, revealing the fragrance of the colorful moon. The speed of the golden flower stream gradually slowed down, little by little, the surface covering, and their appearance became more and more recognizable until it was fully revealed.

They were twins who looked exactly the same! Their blonde hair, with their long ponytails, was so long that it almost dragged to the ground, and it felt like their hair would run down their ankles and merge into a stream of golden brilliance that would spread far into the sky and into the sky.

They were all dressed in dresses, one with pink hearts and one with roses. The skirt is inlaid with lace, and the cuffs and neckline are sewn with black silk ribbons tied in the shape of a bow. They also wore white quirky bunny print stockings and plain white Mary Jane leather shoes.

"Hello, we're coming!" said the man in the pink dress, who noticed my presence, shook my hand warmly and said, "Hello, new friend, let's have a party together!" By the way, my name is Lulu, what's your name?"

"My name is Loris. I replied.

"Oh, Loris, good name, whoahaha, little Siss. She said playfully.

I smiled helplessly, but there was a sense of smoothness in my heart.

This is the legendary Dancing Girl.

"By the way, she's my twin sister, and her name is Carol. She added.