We are not returnees
We are passers-by walking on the railway
There is no destination
Only arrival and departure again
–3.3, a new crack opens
Like some light falling from the celestial body
They descend:
Feng Jin, breathing with the wind
Sai Fei Er, awakening in the void
They do not belong to you, nor to me
They belong to the night without a country
And the data forest that collapses in the game
Feng Jin
is a glimmer in a memory
Not the protagonist, but makes the world go round
Her speed is for the start of others
Her treatment is to delay the moment of failure
She is as quiet as a night wind
Never speaks, but always present
You can’t see her power
Just like you can’t see
Father’s sigh falling on the floor
Her light cone–
is a frequency modulator
Organize the broken frequency into poetry
In this fragmented era
She represents those silent supporters
And Sai Fei Er
is another extreme
She doesn’t wait for you to understand
She doesn’t explain her move
She is the flash thunder of the fate of nothingness
She only chooses the enemy with the highest health value
Because she knows Tao
The real battle is not fraternity
It is precise resistance
She is chasing
Every attack is like fighting against fate
Every mark
It is reminding the world:
I do not belong to your order
My injury is the proof of my existence
She does not heal
She tears
She does not rescue
She burns
Some people say she is cold
But I know
She is just looking for the unextinguished spark in the ruins
I saw the layout of the version card pool
Like an asymmetric war
They either appear in the first half
Or become the finale in the second half
The reproduced characters still have no names
Just like some statues of the old times
Already weathered in our memory
Treabar’s full gear package
Like a gift from some rational machine
Each gear
is the price you desire
It is a check with astrological patterns printed on it
You click “Confirm Payment” at night
Just like a poet signs a contract
Temporarily renting his soul to the world
I don’t advise you to spend money
I don’t advise you to resist
I only ask one question:
Have you ever waited for an update for someone who doesn’t exist?
In this game
Each character hides a part of yourself that you have never shown to others
Feng Jin is your speechless tenderness
Saifir is your suppressed anger
3.3 is not a number
It is a quadrant rotation
It is a crack in the star map
It is a click that you will never look back
You may miss them
You may also have them
You may be silent
You may also hear them say at midnight:
“Do you still remember
The person who once burned?”