lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,He danced with his fingers, summoning puppet ravens from the box. They flew out in a flurry, swarming towards the fireworks. Each raven extinguished a bloom of fire, but the fireworks seemed endless while the number of ravens dwindling.,The beggar silently counted his steps, constantly telling himself, "I'm almost there."。