Feng Jin is the wind, gently passing over the cold track, carrying the weight of memory, slowly walking on this seemingly endless Star Dome Railway. Her growth is silent, like a waveless rain, dripping on the dry land of the soul. Each piece of her material is like a fragmented light and shadow, piecing together her existence that has never been understood by the world.
The flesh and blood crushed by fear are the scars of her body and the cracks of her heart. They silently tell the pain of being crushed by fate, hidden in the darkness deep in Feng Jin, drifting with the wind, but never disappearing. She took these scars as the cornerstone of her growth, silently endured, but never let anyone see the brokenness of her heart.
The chest torn by courage is her contest with her own contradictions. It is a struggle that is torn but cannot escape, like a dancer walking on the edge of the abyss, fragile but firm. She never expressed her fear, but turned fear into courage in silence, completing breakthroughs again and again, trying to find warmth in the cold reality.
The body baptized by glory is a light that she can hardly touch. It is distant and vague, like a dream wrapped in mist. Feng Jin struggled to move forward in this interlaced light and shadow. Glory never brought her relief, but instead revealed the essence of loneliness more deeply. She knew that the real light might always be far away.
“A Cup of Drunk Time” is an unspeakable memory. It precipitated Feng Jin’s past and sealed all her unfulfilled wishes. The fragments from the “Pinoconi Grand Theater” are like a blur of time, intoxicating her sight and her heart. She is looking for herself in this intoxication, but she is also lost in the intoxication.
Her exclusive light cone “May the rainbow light stay in the sky forever” is like a lonely lamp, swaying in the endless night. This light cone is not only a symbol of power, but also the sustenance of her soul. She constantly injects energy into this light cone, and each upgrade is a silent confirmation of her own existence. She walks alone, with only this light accompanying her shadow.
The path of growth is composed of countless falls and stands. Feng Jin uses fear, courage and glory to build her own shape. Those credit points are like subtle traces in her life, witnessing her difficult and slow growth. Every experience is deeply engraved in her body and soul and cannot be erased.
The material of her tracks is the details in the depths of her soul, which seems to quietly tell the world that her story is far more complicated than the surface. The seeds of thinking, the sprouts of manas, the Alaya… They are not only nutrients, but also more like the echo of her inner loneliness. Those echoes of the same wish and the footprints of fate are her way of communicating with the world and the evidence of her existence.
Feng Jin’s wind blows through this starry sky railway and into the depths of every lonely soul. She has no words, only endless waiting and walking. Her story has no lofty words, but it is more real and more heart-wrenching than any noise.
Her growth process is very similar to the helpless struggle and lonely persistence of people in the face of life. She taught us that life is not always bright and warm, but more often silent pain and silent struggle. She used her own story to remind us that even if we are lonely, we must keep going, because the light may be ahead.
This Star Dome Railway is not only a game world, but also a reflection of Feng Jin’s inner world. She uses those broken materials and constantly upgraded light cones to tell the impermanence of life and self-salvation. She walks alone, but let us see tenacity and hope.
May Feng Jin’s light penetrate this long and lonely journey and become a gentle light deep in our hearts. Her story is a poem about existence and a silent recitation of the loneliness of life. She continues to walk, wait, and become the wind on the Star Dome Railway.