The resentment, resentment and pain of the past world have slowly filtered away under the baptism of time. People today can no longer understand the pain of the lower-class common people, nor can they empathize with the little people who flashed by in history. However, the brilliant poems and gorgeous words of the former nobles have been passed down.
These poems and stories are like pictures described by colored pencils, simple and beautiful, with a colorful charm like crystal, which makes young and ignorant lives intoxicated and imagine scenes in their minds.
Now, there is a common name for it, that is 'fairy tale'.
The fantastic and rebellious world, the incredible country and characters, the wonderful spells and treasures, the fairies and witches who make wishes come true, are like opening a bright and colorful door in the dull world.
Perhaps these stories they read as children will be scoffed at many years later when they grow up, and they will tell themselves that it is all fake, and finally criticize and laugh at them.
However, at least on a stormy night, or when I am lonely and painful, a fantasy prayer will arise to comfort myself through this dark time.
Buried deep within childhood memories, in that incredible kingdom, ancient spells surged, beautiful fairies appeared, and a dazzling display of colors descended. Shedding her ugly duckling shell, she revealed the beauty of Snow White...
Dreams are the continuation of reality
For the tiny flashes of fantasy between their fingers, some people struggle in this cold and boring life.
The singing was melodious. The two singers on the stage sang again and again, singing ancient poems and legends from fairy tales.
Born in the early Third Age, these timeless stories once again come before people's eyes tonight.
(End of this chapter)
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