Sometimes, the dream begins when the lights of the Linaxi Tower are on.
The tide gently hits the shore, bringing a little chill and a little uneasiness.
You hear her footsteps, which are fine but firm.
That is Camora, a girl from the wind and snow.
She carries an ice spear on her back and says nothing.
Her shadow is cut into long and thin strips by the moonlight.
She does not belong to a certain camp,
nor to a certain season.
She is like a snow forgotten in winter,
falling again in the tide.
Her pistol emits a blue light,
illuminating a deep passage,
leading to a battlefield you have never walked through.
You follow her,
like a cat,
quietly,
afraid of disturbing her dream.
And your old friend Jinxi has been waiting for you in your dream for a long time.
She changed her clothes and is no longer so bright,
but you still recognize her at a glance.
She is like a character you once painted with watercolors,
gentle and a little melancholy.
She said, “I’m back.”
You nodded,
In fact, you have been waiting for her.
Sanhua walked by you,
Her skirt was blowing in the wind,
It was like snowing and burning.
She didn’t look back,
But you know that she actually saw you.
She is the kind of character that doesn’t need to be explained,
Like a page in your dream,
You can never forget it after you turn it over once.
Rococo fell from the sky,
She said she was the last light in the carnival,
And the first smile in annihilation.
Her hair is a mixture of pink and blue cotton candy,
Her pupils are a palette of overturned stars,
She carries a suitcase,
Inside is a little monster that whispers.
She doesn’t walk in a straight line,
she dances and turns in circles,
she says: “I’m not here to fight,
I’m here to tell you – don’t be so sad anymore.”
Treabar is like the only convenience store with lights on in the dream,
it’s on the corner, not too far,
you run over, and it says: “You’re just in time.”
You take out a few moon coins,
and exchange them for a ticket to 2.0.
On that ship,
you sit opposite Camora,
Jin Xi is on the left, Rococo is on the right,
Sanhua stands at the bow, saying nothing.
They don’t speak,
but you know, they are thinking about you,
just like you are thinking about them.
The ship sails through the night, through time,
through those scenes you thought you would never remember again.
Rina Xi Tower is far away,
but you are getting closer and closer.
Mingchao 2.0 is not a simple update,
it is a collection of dreams,
it is a kind of childhood echo,
it is the fantasy you secretly drew in the corner of the textbook,
now, it is realized bit by bit.
You close your eyes, and the tide is still hitting the shore.
The characters are still waiting for you,
you don’t know when they will leave,
maybe when you turn around,
maybe, never.