I had a dream that night, and I never dreamed after becoming a god. When you close your eyes, it's dark, and when you open your eyes, it's dawn.

The scene in the dream, I vaguely remember.

The canopy in the dream was dark, only the sky faintly shone blue, but it seemed as if the dawn would never come. Under the dim canopy, the chariot overturned, the flag withered, and blood dripped from the fingertips and from the neck.

Stuffed with swallow fat and night purple, but that's it!

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