The Li Na Xi Tower is at the end of the sky. It is a lonely vertical line, inserted straight into the sky, like someone accidentally left a pen in a dream. The wanderers walked very far, walked through the fog, and walked to the bottom of this tower. Version 2.0 was blown by the wind. It was not loud or noisy, but just gently dropped a page of paper, on which it was written: Camora, Rococo, Jin Xi, San Hua.
Camora is a girl made of ice. She has a gun in her hand, but the gun is not cold, but quiet. She walks without making a sound, and her shadow appears earlier than her. She doesn’t speak, but when she moves, it’s a winter. You are not afraid of her, you just feel that the world is a little too quiet.
Jin Xi is back, wearing new clothes. The clothes are ink-colored snow, and the cuffs hide the ashes of time. She is no longer the Jin Xi of the past, but she is no one’s Jin Xi either. She was smiling, but her smile was like origami, wrinkled with a slight touch. Sanhua’s clothes were a gift, she walked in the wind, like someone dripping the last drop of water from the eaves. You reached out to catch it, and you also caught the tail of the story.
Rococo is a bizarre dream, her hair is colorful rain, and there are two stars in her eyes that refuse to stop. There is a little monster beside her, but it is not a monster, it is her shadow. She is carrying a suitcase, which is not a weapon, but a cage, which contains the sound of yesterday. Her skills were given to Chun, but maybe she just wanted to send a piece of music out.
The 2.0 Li Na Xi Tower is not high, but lonely. Like a branch, standing in a place without leaves. Treabar set up a tent under the tower, they said: it can replenish the moon phase and recharge wishes. But you know, wishes never need too much, it just needs a reason, a prayer even if it is not understood.
Drifters are people who wear wind. They are not going to conquer, but to meet. They meet the tower, meet the snow, meet themselves, and perhaps meet Camorra’s gaze, Rococo’s silence, Jin Xi’s new clothes and San Hua’s old songs.
Li Na Xi Tower is a poem without punctuation, the wind is its sigh, and the players are its rhyme.