Acryl and Suiming slams onto the lukewarm , sun-heated ground. On the deck , the scattered peoples and small crowds were back , it felt like if anything just happened were a dream , a nightmare.

  ''Aw man was that real?''

  ''you mean the hound''

  Acryl looks up to Suiming , he is standing in a perspective that his head perfectly blocks the sun and makes it look like that there was a sun eclipse.

  The light that shone through his hair made it seem like he was wearing a ring of light, Acryl sighed and replied.

  ''yes...''

  ''Acryl , do you sketch down things in your journey?'' Suiming suddenly asks.

  ''Umm , yes , why did you ask that''

  ''Nothing , just , your hair , that kind of grayish color , reminds me of a person i knew''

  Acryl's eyes opened wide , his heart felt like it stopped bumping for a second or two

  ''Canvas , you meant him?''

  ''Yeah , him''

  ''Back when i was in Euth , i went to his exhibition , his self portrait reminds me nothing like his photography , the colors , the composition and association between each painting , it's just top notch''

  ''Wait , exhibition ?My teacher told me that having his own exhibition is like chasing the moon for him.''

  ''Huh , the exhibition was like almost a decade from now , when did you studied with him?''

  ''From the very first moment i had my memories''

  They both look into each other’s confusion-conducted faces. Wondering which one’s statement is true.

  ''Heyy , what are you guys talking?'' someone with a cheerful voice interrupts Suiming and Acryl's discussion.

  ''Neon!''

  Suiming turns to the girl speaking , her look reminds him the wandering traders of the land of moon , Siyue , but her tie is not the regular kind of Siyue styled , it is more like the kinds of ties that a Euthian academy student ones

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  ''Ehh , who is this guy''

  ''Oh um this is Suiming , i met him on the deck , he's coming with us'' Acryl explains , his hands swirls around the air.

  ''......''

  ''Do you want some snacks?'' Neon asks her first question.

  “Why do you have a siyuenese name?”

  ''Why is your pupil shaped like a keyhole?'' like a punch , another one hits Suiming.

  ''Umm , first , i would like some snacks , second , maybe it is a keyhole , i don't know.'' he answers.

  ''Neon , just asking ,is your name…directly translated?'' Suiming asks.

  Neon nods.

  “My name would be the same as my mom’s in the eyes of Euth…both Neon.”

  ''Ohh , interesting , interesting''

  “But the writing is different.” she adds.

  The engine's roaring mutes in Suiming's ears. Suiming felt a familiar stare from the aircraft port.

  ''what is human in the place of universe , Nameless?'' he remembers this wine barrel old question

  The pale haired girl did not answer his question , she kept looking into her book , a few pages flipped and turned , the book closed like a gate , her amber eyes reflecting Suiming’s face.

  ''Humans?They don't make a difference in the universe , if you were a planet'' she stopped and took a deep breath.

  She looked out the window , outside there was a woman with her child , a few children running on the street , it all looked casual and day to day life.

  Nameless raised her hand , tiny dust and sand curled up in her palm , her amber eyes looked back to Suiming

  ''They are nothing more than a sentient desert.''

  This is the first time Suiming talked to the owner of that familiar stare - Nameless. He asked why she is called that way , but all she answered was: “I lost it.” Or other unconnected made-up stories.

  ''We are getting off Suiming , check your documents'' Neon reminds

  ''Oh shoot''

  ''Neon , don't tell this to anyone'' Suiming lowers his voice '' I can’t walk around under those blue guys. And I didn’t buy tickets.''

  ''So , see you on the ground!''

  Suiming's shoe deforms , his heart ,if he has one , raced and he pierced through the air.

  Neon stand on the deck , like a tiny fungus on a rock , she froze

  ''What . Was. That. I only know him for like 6 minutes.And his now like , commiting suicide?''

  Meanwhile , midair ,Suiming opens up his butterfly knife , the blade goes swiftly through the air , leaving an unworldly scar on space and time. The scar grows like a slime mold , he swiftly rolled inside the ''scar'' and sealed it up.

  In a distant restaurant , a group of masked men in blue coats looked through a glass of liquid.

  ''The Priestess has been spotted.'' one of them says.

  “Cap’ , why don’t Sir Letter-Writer lead this mission?”

  “Don’t know ,all he said was ‘I can't go under the lights’.”

  “But if she ignores us…i have a backup candidate.”

  “The Sharded Light?”

  His captain nods.