The night sky had never changed,
Even after you came, it was still dark,
Something must be igniting,
But it was impossible to witness.
***
THE YEAR 1904, 100 centuries away from the present time.
"It was a thousand years I am seeing that same night sky, nothing had ever changed," Qing Long crunched his boots on the ground, walked towards the pathway of trimmed bushes, the crickets were humming their tune, and he was alone once again. He was going to retrieve the Jian sword, and he knew the Nian beast wouldn't be awake if he would be careful not to trigger something underneath the waters.
He reached the sand, brushed the soles of his boots on it, and pestered away the little clams on the way. He approached the shore, the river waves were crashing a little bit on the sand, and he closed his eyes as he felt the lonesome air all over the area. He let his boots soaked with the pummelling waters on the river shore and Qing Long breathed in a furious way.
