This made me think about something from like a month ago.
I'm reading a Chinese fantasy web novel called Desolate Era, which is pretty much about immortal cultivation, and I thought about how the main character despite having lived about a few thousand years with whom became his Dao companion, he still tries to revives her despite having lived countless hundreds of thousands of billions of years without her.
I tried to like scan my soul if I have lived something alike and I seemed to have found a life where a soul I resonate with fondly as a lover died in the beginnings of a long life. I thought about the idea of seeing that it's been 5 000 years without when I was just so very young when I had lost her and I've had way too many tears drop off my face, or perhaps not nearly any enough, the sense of despair was strong.
I'm reading a Chinese fantasy web novel called Desolate Era, which is pretty much about immortal cultivation, and I thought about how the main character despite having lived about a few thousand years with whom became his Dao companion, he still tries to revives her despite having lived countless hundreds of thousands of billions of years without her.
I tried to like scan my soul if I have lived something alike and I seemed to have found a life where a soul I resonate with fondly as a lover died in the beginnings of a long life. I thought about the idea of seeing that it's been 5 000 years without when I was just so very young when I had lost her and I've had way too many tears drop off my face, or perhaps not nearly any enough, the sense of despair was strong.