Feng Jin, this name, is not a game character, but a poem that has never been sung. She walks on the Star Dome Railway, a track covered with dust and oblivion, stepping on a fate that no one knows. Her footsteps are heavy, but as light as the wind. On her way to growth, she is like a lonely traveler in the wilderness, not afraid of wind and frost, rain and snow, but only silently burning a heart that pursues light in her heart.
“Fear crushes flesh and blood”, this is a heavy poem. Flesh and blood is not only a symbol of the body, but also a carrier of all ideals and hopes. In this world, how many people’s dreams and wishes are crushed in the face of heavy reality, their flesh and blood, together with their souls, collapse in fear, and eventually return to extinction. Feng Jin’s fear is an unspeakable pain, the weight of oppression, like the collapse of the earth, like the collapse of the sky.
However, in this fear, she did not give in. Feng Jin’s “courage tore through her chest” was like a raging storm in the wilderness, cutting through the silence of her life. It was not gentle courage, but a mixture of blood and tears, an uncontrollable cry from the deepest part of her soul. In the face of fear, Feng Jin did not choose to bow her head, but straightened her chest, tore through the shackles of fate, and tried her best to break free.
“Glory baptizes the body”, this sentence is like the once scorching sun in the wilderness, finally breaking through the heavy clouds and shining on every weak life. Glory, for Feng Jin, is not just the recognition and halo of the outside world, it is the power for her to keep going, and the fire deep in her heart that has never been extinguished. After every storm, Feng Jin’s body will be washed by glory, like a piece of rock polished by wind and rain, smooth and hard.
Feng Jin’s growth is the same as the desolation of this world. She started with a “seed of thought” and nurtured a “manas sprout”. These are not gorgeous, but they are real seeds of life. She draws the power of this land and this wasteland from the deepest part of her heart. No matter how much wind and sand there is around her, she still stands firmly, letting the wind blow through her hair and letting the years carve her face.
Her growth path is not only a material accumulation, but also a spiritual sublimation. Every drop of sweat is not just for the level of breakthrough, but for the immortal ideal. This ideal is not an empty dream, but a living life. It comes from the expectation of the future and the stubbornness of not compromising.
And the “remaining sound of the same wish” and “footprints of fate” are more like the ballads that have been honed on this starry sky railway, with traces and pains of time. These footprints have long been buried in the soil, and every step is deeply engraved on this land. The farther Feng Jin goes, the deeper her footprints are, and the clearer her ballads are. Those remaining sounds may be weak or intermittent, but they have never disappeared. They still echo in every journey of this starry sky railway, reminding her and all travelers: destiny is not immutable, it can be rewritten.
Her exclusive light cone “May the rainbow light stay in the sky forever” is like a rainbow across the wasteland, cutting through the dull gray sky. This light, although weak, is still warm. It represents an expectation for the future and a desire for a better life. Feng Jin does not fully understand the meaning of light, but she knows that it is enough for her to see the road ahead in the darkness, and it is enough to ignite the spark of hope in her fragile soul.
Feng Jin’s growth is not only a material breakthrough, but also a spiritual liberation. The fear and pain she has experienced, the courage and glory she has accumulated, all of these have carved a star map in her heart, leading her to an unknown future. Every transformation of hers is a fight against the ruthless world and a rebirth of her soul.
However, this road is not easy to walk. Just like every breakthrough Feng Jin experienced, every material collection, all in this wasteland, silently bearing the endless wind and sand and destruction. Behind her is an unbearable heaviness and an inescapable reality. And in front of her is an unknown future and a light full of hope. She walked slowly, but not slowly, and every step was solid and firm.
On this Xingkong Railway, every step Feng Jin took is like a mark on the road of life for each of us. Her growth tells us: no matter how dark the road ahead is, the light in our hearts can still guide us forward. As long as we don’t give up, even in the deepest darkness, there will be a ray of light, always waiting for us.