On March 1, Star Calendar 4253, Duke Heinair attended the twenty-fifth birthday banquet of his magnificent and beautiful male insect elder brother in the resplendently glittering palace.
Surrounded by the surrounding nobility and imperial relatives, he casually sipped red wine. Looking at the decadent and bustling scene, he felt apathetic and inexplicably ridiculous.
On March 1 of the 21st century, Star sat in the library, unable to suppress the memory of the deep, crimson sea from last night’s dream. Where his gaze originated, it looked like a flying insect that had fallen into a glass of red wine.
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