A sweet and intoxicating dream, a memory rooted in her deepest heart.
The night was as cool as water, and the wind slipped into her bedroom through the open window, caressing her beautiful face gently and softly like a gentle mother.
But she didn't seem to feel the beauty of the wind, the hospitality of the night. Her tightly closed eyes, her pursed red lips, her fingers clenching her fists, and her troubled and complicated dreams.
She is a witch, a descendant of the all-powerful Phoenix bloodline, who has been defeated alone in this dream of reincarnation. She is sinking in it, unable to extricate herself.
The huge black wings covered her face under the moonlight, and she stared at her sleeping face for a long time. The owner of the wings had a face with no outline, and he was motionless, like a cicada dormant on a branch.[
The night was getting quieter. Even a slight sigh was enough to startle the sleeping birds. Finally, he decided to give up his long gaze tonight, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
She finally opened her eyes, staring directly at the tree trunk where a person had once stood outside the golden window.
"It's finally coming, and we can't escape it!" She murmured to herself, stood up and put on her black robe, standing on the balcony and looking at the deep starry sky.
"I have waited too long for this moment!"
The wind picked up, and her long hair covered up the last beautiful smile on her lips in the night sky.
Yes, when the wind blows, the reincarnation of memory will eventually turn the gears again.
Witches have been recorded since ancient mythological times, and they are still a mysterious race. They keep all their secrets unknown to outsiders, making them increasingly mysterious.
Most of the human minds are deeply engraved with the depictions of witches in fairy tale books in their childhood. They have pointed chins, ugly faces, and like to wear silly black hats. Every full moon night
He would wear a black cloak and ride a broomstick under the full moon.