She is the wind walking on the rails, named Feng Jin.
Carrying the fate of memory, the attributes of the wind are like silent whispers, gently brushing the cold rails of the Xingkong Railway.
Her footsteps never left a hustle and bustle, only the reflection of countless fragments in the silence – fragments of fear, courage, and glory, scattered in the cracks of time.
Her body is made of flesh and blood crushed by fear, fifty-six pieces, like the heavy years pressing on her shoulders.
Fear is not a cage, but the dark pattern of her memory, and the shackles that cannot be broken in the darkness.
Although this shackle is heavy, it has taught her to resist silently and to use the power of fragility to resist the storm.
Then, there are seventy-one chests torn by courage.
The tearing of courage is like an invisible blade, cutting her heart open and closing it.
This is not fearlessness, but continuous standing in fragility, a lonely flame swaying in the wind.
Her chest seemed to be pierced by countless needles, but it still beat, sending out a heartbeat against the world.
Her body has also been baptized by glory, seventy-three bodies baptized by glory, flickering with light.
Glory is both light and invisible shackles.
It makes her no longer just wind, but an existence wrapped up in the times, carrying countless expectations and oppressions.
Her glory is lonely, silent, and unspeakable.
That drunken era is a memorial to her soul.
In the shadow of the Pinocchio Grand Theater, Feng Jin drank this cup of wine of time and fell drunk at the intersection of the past dream and reality.
The wine is bitter, but intoxicating. It is a remembrance of the past and an anxiety about the future.
Her light cone “May the rainbow light stay in the sky forever” is her only belief and light.
This cone of light is like a distant beacon, lighting up her path forward.
She poured all her materials into it, eager to protect that rainbow light in the endless darkness.
This light is not only strength, but also a vow to fight against fate, and an affirmation of her own existence.
Her growth is a long journey, both an exploration of the heart and a challenge to reality.
Every piece of flesh crushed by fear, every chest torn by courage, records her struggle and perseverance.
She fights in silence, using silent power to resist the invasion of the storm.
The seeds of thought, the sprouts of manas, and the Alaya have become the nourishment of her spirit.
They are the secret garden in her heart, growing hopes and thoughts for the future.
The echoes of the same wish and the footprints of fate are the codes for her dialogue with the world. Through these fragments, she tries to piece together a complete self.
The story of Feng Jin is like the wind drifting on the rails, light but heavy.
Her light and shadow interweave into a silent painting, telling of loneliness and struggle.
She is a glimmer of light in the darkness, a tenacious pulse of life in loneliness.
This Star Dome Railway is her way home, but also her prison.
In endless time, she is looking for her own light, looking for hope that can penetrate loneliness.
Her story is a profound reflection on the impermanence of life and a silent witness to the pain of growing up.
Feng Jin reminds us that in the journey of life, fear, courage and glory are interwoven into a landscape of light and shadow.
In the long loneliness, only persistence and faith can illuminate the way forward.
She is a silent storm, an endless poem.