The whole world became increasingly strange, and Blore felt an indescribable strange atmosphere permeating the air. A sense of unease welled up in his heart, but at the same time it was filled with curiosity and a desire to explore.
From time to time, some strange butterflies flashed before his eyes. They danced gracefully and were colorful, as if they were the forest's most beloved children, flapping their wings freely, full of vitality and vigor.
The butterflies exuded a mysterious light that gave Blore an indescribable joy and peace.
Blore walked forward with the golden moonlight shining on his body. Along the way, many scenes flashed before his eyes.
Those pictures were all about his childhood memories, including the time when he was hiding in a corner and watching a group of children playing together; the time when he was watching the rain and the dancing clouds; and the time when he was running around to fetch water to water the countless flowers and plants that his grandmother took care of on the back mountain.
Sometimes when villagers passed by, they would marvel at how well grandma took care of the flowers, and then feel sorry that the precious flowers and plants were planted together with ordinary plants. But grandma never cared, she just smiled and waved her hands. With grandma like this, Blore cared even less.
He felt that whatever his grandmother did was very happy, and as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered. Therefore, he did not care much about the opinions of the villagers. Even if the villagers called him a weird kid, he never thought that he was weird.
He doesn't like reading, but his grandparents would tell him all kinds of stories, about the customs and habits of different planets and continents, and about supernatural stories from various regions...
Gradually, he became curious about explorers, and finally, with the encouragement of his grandparents, he left with Nansong to realize his dream.
Suddenly, a huge mountain appeared in front of me. It was majestic and seemed to contain endless power. There were no trees on the mountain. It was a mountain made up of black stones, as if it could absorb light. The moonlight poured down, but there was no gold on the black mountain.
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