The Great Dream God

Edward's eyes sparkled in the depths of the night, like two blazing rubies embedded deep in the darkness, emitting a captivating light.

Those blood-red pupils seemed to contain wild flames, burning fiercely, reflecting the tenacity and indomitable spirit deep in his heart.

Every movement of his eyes seems to be telling an endless story, and every spot of light reveals his dedication and passion towards his goal.

His eyes are a beacon in the darkness, a mark of passion, lighting up the road ahead and igniting the flames in one's heart, making it impossible to ignore his presence, let alone resist the power gushing from the depths of his pupils.

The blood-red light, like a dreamlike wonder awakened by a mysterious force, performs a gorgeous dance in the deep darkness.

Each ray of light is an independent story, full of surging passion and infinite power, and they shine brightly in the night sky.

These two blood-red beams, like unbridled snakes of fire, broke free from the constraints of the earth's core with their fiery dance, leaped up from the earth's embrace, and tore through the silent smoke screen at lightning speed.

Two beams of dazzling light danced in the boundless sky, blending and diffusing, as if they were a spiritual connection between heaven and earth, gradually converging into a blood-red sea of ​​fog filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

The mist is thick but not chaotic, like a giant from the abyss, stretching and waving silently in the air. Although its movements are slow, it is full of power and majesty that cannot be ignored. Under the stars, it is like an ancient ritual, solemn and mysterious, engraving a deep sense of direction in the space.

Meng Jin and Lisa, like two contemplative stone sculptures, quietly stood on either side of Edward. Their silence was not silence, but a deep communication beyond words. Their eyes were as deep as the stars in the dark night. When their sights intertwined, it was like stars twinkling in the dark, lighting up each other's inner world, telling countless unsaid stories and strong emotions. This was a mysterious tacit understanding that belonged only to them, as if it was a string of undecipherable spiritual secrets. Every tiny movement of the pupils silently expressed a myriad of emotions, like the trembling of a string, playing a silent symphony.

They deeply understood that the blood-red smoke was not a strange phenomenon from the sky, nor was it just a change in the environment, but the embodiment of Edward's deep inner emotions and a vivid portrayal of his tenacious will. The smoke, like his soul blown away by the wind, permeated the air, allowing people to see his unyielding determination and endless persistence. They looked at each other and nodded gently, everything was said without words, because they had already understood the deep meaning behind the blood-red smoke, and a silent bridge had long been built between their hearts.

The dazzling blood color was like a burning clue in the darkness, pulling their eyes and branding them in their hearts. It was silent, but more direct than any language and more eye-catching than any sign. Their heartbeats accelerated with the guidance of the blood color, as if they heard the whisper of fate and felt the call of the answer to the mystery. That was the direction they had been pursuing for a long time, the burning expectation in their hearts, and the desire in the depths of their souls.

Meng Jin was accompanied by a companion named Edward Lisa, whose temperament was like an orchid under the moonlight, mysterious yet elegant. The two of them, like a painting woven by fate, stepped into a land shrouded in ancient legends. According to word of mouth, the hillside was eternally shrouded by a sacred light, as if it was a blessing from the gods, or a legendary miracle land.

Their steps were steady and powerful, and each one was deeply imprinted on the hillside, like a silent poem, expressing their desire and determination for the unknown world with their actions. Under their feet, faint smoky lights rose quietly, like dreamy bubbles, short-lived and brilliant, flickering between their footprints and converging into a shining path.

In this unknown territory surrounded by towering mountains, a group of people followed the inexplicable force and climbed up step by step. Each step was full of challenges and expectations. They crossed the thorny jungle, crossed the rushing stream, and climbed the steep cliffs. Every breath was filled with fresh air and the charm of nature. As the altitude increased, the wind whispered in their ears, as if it was a hymn of nature, cheering for their courage.

Finally, they reached the top of the mountain, where the world and the sky merged. It seemed that the clouds were floating under their feet, and the sunlight illuminated their tired but determined faces. The scene before them made people forget the hardships of the journey in an instant, as if they were in a magnificent painting, with mountains and clouds rolling. Everything between heaven and earth seemed so small, and only the place where they stood was like the highest point in the world, which made people feel awe, hold their breath, and dare not easily break this tranquility.

In a hidden corner on the top of the mountain, an ancient cave looms, its existence seems to be a secret of nature, silent and profound. The entrance of the cave is covered with vines and moss, adding a bit of mystery. This cave hidden in the rocks is like a sleeping giant, quietly guarding its secrets, waiting for their exploration. Everyone who approaches it can feel the vicissitudes of history and endless stories it exudes. This is a dialogue with time and a brave step into the unknown.

The edge of the cave entrance was carefully carved by the chisel of time, and the fingertips of wind and frost gently stroked it, leaving deep marks. Although it is mottled and vicissitudes, its former magnificence can still be seen. The broad arch seems to tell endless stories, and the former glory is like a residual shadow, swaying in the wind, which is fascinating.

With fearless courage, they stepped into this forgotten realm, the flashing light in their hands like a firefly exploring the way, driving away the darkness inch by inch, illuminating the unknown road ahead. As the light penetrated deeper, the secrets inside the cave were gradually revealed, revealing a whole new world.

This cave is extraordinary. It is a mysterious and magnificent man-made secret place, so deep that it seems to swallow endless darkness, and so vast that it can amaze even the most ambitious explorers. Every stone wall and every crack of it is a witness to geological history, as if whispering in the breeze the story of the earth's vicissitudes over millions of years, telling how the earth's crust surged and collided silently to shape the mountains and rivers of today.

The design of the cave interior is ingenious, as if it is a three-dimensional painting created by the power of nature and the artist of time. The space has been carefully hollowed out, forming a delicate sense of balance, with both primitive roughness and exquisite delicacy. The huge stalagmites and stone curtains are like natural music, with different heights and shapes. Under the illumination of light, they cast ever-changing shadows, like the dance of time, quiet and moving.