The galaxy vast, the human world fleeting. In this moment, as time flies with the companionship of green plums, in silence, spanning distances, one hears the whispers of the heart.
After an indeterminable length of time, the King's guard, following the stone steps and treading lightly under the moonlight, arrived quietly. Xiulote nodded with a smile, while Alisa glanced back reluctantly several times before she left gently with the guard.
The youth sat alone atop the pyramid, looking up to see the high-hanging moon, the stars unchanged. His turmoil gradually subsided, muttering to himself.
"The steps to heaven are cool at night like water... If one were alone, would this not be the state of mind?"
Afterward, Xiulote stood up calmly, and in the middle of the night, he seemed to have matured much. In this world, he anchored himself once more, finding the spiritual refuge he sought.