The twilight is arriving, and the glow of the distant sunset has gradually retreated into the mountains, leaving only some dark red afterglow illuminating a small patch of sky in the direction where the giant sun sets. Meanwhile, the vast dark blue night sky is spreading from another direction, with stars gradually emerging in that deep night, becoming ever more apparent in the dark blue that mortals have gazed upon for hundreds of years.
How much splendid imagination and pastoral-like fairytale do those twinkling points in the night sky carry for mortals? Perhaps even the most erudite scholars of the Silver Empire cannot recount them all. The stars hang high in the sky, suspended in realms that mortals cannot touch. Their distant separation and ancient, unchanged luminosity carry an almost divine significance for those bound by gravity to the earth. Thus, countless divine-like tales have unfolded around the stars since ancient times, taking root in the hearts of mortals.
