The Big Black Tower is like a woman tightly entangled by the rope of fate, silent and mysterious, carrying an unspeakable past, wandering between the light and shadow of the Star Dome Railway. Her growth is not only the accumulation of materials, but also the struggle and transformation in the depths of her soul, a fateful dialogue that is doomed to be unavoidable.
The fifty-six extinguished nuclei are like the old dreams that have not yet been extinguished in her heart, weak but still warm; the seventy-one glimmering nuclei are like the flickering candlelight in the dark alley, swaying but persistent; the seventy-three moving nuclei are like imprisoned desires, eager to break through the shackles; the sixty-five refrigerated dream boxes are her frozen memory boxes, hiding broken love and lost promises.
Her exclusive light cone “Towards the Unquestionable”, the name itself carries a mysterious and sad atmosphere, like a taboo of fate, making people want to peek but not be able to peek. The messy sketches, dynamic line drawings, and exquisite line drawings required for upgrading are like torn and reorganized memory fragments, piecing together the incomplete her bit by bit.
The process of breakthrough is like an endless torture and struggle. The gradual increase of refrigerated dream boxes is like a heavy burden on her heart. Every leap must pay the price of the soul. Those extinguished pronuclei, glimmering pronuclei, and stirring pronuclei seem to be the incarnation of her inner demons. Only by completely defeating them can she move towards the light.
The trace materials are complex and profound. The messy sketches, dynamic line drawings, and exquisite line drawings are interwoven into an intricate network, closely connecting her past, present, and future. Her skill names “Hungry Landscape”, “Letter from Beyond the Horizon”, and “Indifferent Honesty” carry a sense of cold distance, but they cannot conceal the fragility and desire in her heart.
The path to obtaining materials is full of obstacles. The Bud of Wisdom·Imitated Calyx (Red) is the trial field of her soul. Only by struggling in pain can she grow. The challenge of “Flying Shadow” in the Battlefield of the Heart Beast·Aftermath of the War is like a dark shadow in her destiny, threatening her existence at all times.
The growth of the Great Black Tower is a lingering of fate, an interweaving of light and darkness. Her story slowly unfolds on the Star Dome Railway, with blurred colors and deep emotions. She is both a captive soul and a warrior seeking liberation.
Pioneers, in the process of accompanying her growth, may feel the entanglement of heaviness and beauty. Her strength comes not only from the accumulation of materials, but also from the heart that struggles in the darkness but refuses to give in. May the song of fate of the Great Black Tower touch the softest part of your heart and become an indelible mark in your game journey.