Dreams and reality are intertwined, and reality and illusion are intertwined in parallel.

In the long river of time, it seems that the lonely traveler can lose himself at any moment.

However, whenever the soul is about to be dissolved, the strong obsession in his heart will form thousands of arms and pull him back.

Until, complete this fantasy journey that transcends time and space.

.....

732 Terra calendar, southern Usas.

In the middle of the endless wilderness, stands an abrupt retro building.

It is a huge bell tower with more than ten floors, shaped like a tall tower, and this whole building is also the research institute of the largest folk magic organization in Ursus.

At dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the quaint wooden table, and a man with a hood covering his face was sitting at the table, writing something carefully.

At the wooden table, he sometimes stopped writing, sometimes recalled, the memory in his mind seemed to be connected to another era, and no one could understand what he wrote.

Until today, he'd been writing for months, and it was clear that he had written all the parts he had mastered, but for some reason, he seemed to be waiting for something.

.....

"Knock knock!"

A polite knock was heard at the door.

The man stopped his pen and said softly.

"Please come in."

Coming in was a staff member of the Spell Research Institute, standing in the doorway, she bowed slightly.

"Sir, you're being looked for, it's a very young girl."

"Well, let her come up."

The staff was stunned.

"Sir, we have never seen this girl before, don't you inquire in detail?"

"No, I know who she is."

.....

That night, the man met the petite purple-haired girl in the room, accompanied by a handsome sword-wielding boy.

In the dim light, they talked for a long, long time when they met for the first time.

The girl came to him and asked him a lot of clues about "that adult", and although he did not answer directly, he gave him the possibility of "existence" from another angle.

The conversation continued into the night, and eventually, the girl stood up with a wooden toy in the shape of a pony.

"Thank you for your patience in answering my questions, I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute."

"Is there anything else?"

The man took out the half-written book from the drawer, his voice slightly self-deprecating.

"That's right, I'd like to ask you to do me a favor."

"What's the busy?"

"I'm ashamed to say that although I joined this folk spell research society, I don't know anything about spells myself, and at present, I am working on a book, can you please provide some knowledge of spells."

The purple-haired girl was expressionless.

"If you don't know about spells, why do you add spell knowledge to the book."

The man's voice under the hood was a little helpless.

"I just think it's more like a book and can be passed down better."

"Why should it be passed on?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just a possibility for the future."

.....

The purple-haired girl agreed to the request.

For some time afterward, she provided a knowledge of spells in this room that was unimaginable to the world through oral means.

Of course, in the process, she also had no intention of reading the first half of the book, which was a very special kind of writing, and out of curiosity, she simply followed this man to learn part of this writing.

A month later, with the joint efforts of the two, the book was successfully completed.

.....

In the courtyard under the bell tower, a huge tree grows, with lush branches and leaves, to shelter from the sun and heat.

The girl sat quietly under the tree with a pony toy in her arms, her face expressionless.

"Click!"

A black-and-white photograph is frozen in the camera, and with her own permission, this photograph becomes the only image in the book.

When everything was done, the girl stood up.

There was no polite goodbye, she just called out softly to the young man who accompanied her all the way.

"Ah Heng, let's go."

"Okay."

The hooded man held the camera and walked up to the girl and the boy as they were about to leave.

He thanked the girl for her help, and then he looked at the handsome young man.

"Young man, I want to ask, what's your name."

The young man looked arrogant and replied in a deep voice.

"My name is Xiao Heng."

The face under the hood could not see the expression, but from the voice, at this moment, his heart was relieved and desolate.

"Xiao Heng ......"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

....

The young man took a small amount of luggage, and the two left silently in the direction of the gate.

When she reached the door, the girl stopped.

Turning slowly, she asked the mysterious man she had been with for months.

"That book, in this day and age, almost no one will understand it, so why write it."

The man's voice was not loud, but it exuded a firmness.

"I only write for myself."

"yes, does that book have a name?"

"Yes."

"But you never told me, is it a secret?"

The man raised his head and cast his gaze under the hood to the sky.

"No, now I can tell you that the name of the book is called, Earth and the Wind."

.....

.....

The bell tower was unusually quiet.

After returning to the empty room, Xia Feng sat down at the wooden table and took off his hood.

Taking out his pen, he filled in the name "Earth and Wind" on the cover of the finished book.

For him, the concept of time has changed, months are only a moment for him, and at the same time, this era is not the end of his life.

....

It's the year 732 of the Terra calendar, and it's very close to the real "reality".

But this last step is a little out of reach for him who has jumped all the way here.

He didn't know what the meaning of leaving this book was, perhaps, he needed to let the future "Xia Feng" believe in the existence of the previous era through the content of the book.

But because of this, the final journey also consumed a huge amount of his energy.

He could clearly feel that the energy accumulated by that "Source Stone Mountain" was about to be unable to maintain his existence.

.....

He didn't lose his memory, he didn't forget, just because thinking about it itself was a bit of a luxury for him.

In the dark, he seemed to sense an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

There are many reasons for this sense of disobedience, and he can't distinguish them in detail, such as the martial arts, the forest, and the empty island.

Sitting in the empty room, star-like dots of light began to appear on his body.

Gently closing his eyes, there was only one question left in his mind.

[That silver coin, did he give it to Styx, or did Styx give it to him?] 】

.....

Finally, with this insignificant doubt, he entered the long river of time again.

But with the remnants of his current strength, he was almost certain that he would not be able to "land" again.

Unless, a miracle happens.