| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<remain> </ |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2026-01-23 10:52:28) |
In fact, he was currently hanging from the ceiling beams, not much better off than Jesus nailed to the cross.,All eyes beheld a crowd clad in homespun tunics, their waists cinched with pale cloth belts. Both men and women sported long hair, styled into loose topknots atop their heads. The faces of the elder men bore etchings of hardship deeper than the yellow earth itself.,The swallowgrass is emerald green, and the wild mulberry branches are low and green. When you think of your return date, it's when I feel heartbroken. Spring wind doesn't know us, so why do we keep our curtains drawn。