In the boundless desert, silence reigned, and under the lightless night sky, sand drifted with the wind like a pale sea.
Gongsun Ce walked slowly through the sea of sand, without knowing his destination or direction. He felt cold all around him, the darkness was pervasive, and sand grains whipped against his face, stinging like tiny blades slicing through skin.
He felt very weary, unable to see the road ahead in this sea of sand, nor did he know why he continued walking. Moments ago, there had been a lingering warmth in his heart, but that feeling had since faded, vanished.
He simply stopped, collapsing to sit in the icy sand. He grabbed a handful of white sand, and the sand grains falling between his fingers formed tiny, insect-like words.
[After returning to the Celestial Capital, I was deeply disheartened by the past events in the Royal Capital. Once the supporting role in the play ends, it's time to exit the stage; I never left my room...]
