In the desolate night, even the warm wind turned sorrowful. The swallowtail butterfly at the tips of your hair had long since drifted away on the breeze, the light I gave you imprinted in your crimson pupils. You would read the poem I left you, walk through the deep night, and touch the neon rainbow.
[Feitao, believe... believe him...]
Feitao woke with a start. Daylight was already streaming through the window as she reached out to draw the curtains. It was that dream again. She could not figure out who was speaking to her. It felt as though someone was trying to tell her something terribly important, yet she could not remember what it was.
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