Sunday, this name has been given a new life, like the glimmer before dawn, but it has to face the ruthless reality.
In this virtual world, the accumulation of materials is like the pressure in reality, bit by bit, without shortcuts.
Breakthrough materials are his armor, but also shackles.
Fifteen pieces of thoughts, like scattered fragments, piece together broken ideals;
Fifteen pieces of impressions, are the remaining memories, but have long been blurred;
Fifteen pieces of desires, broken mirrors, reflect the unspeakable desires and anxiety;
Sixty-five pieces of illusions of a chord, like silent sighs, weaving his inescapable fate.
Three hundred and eighty thousand credit points are the ruthless demands of this world on him.
Every breakthrough is accompanied by the accumulation of layers of materials,
Like the ladder of reality, climbing step by step, without stopping.
The trace materials are more complicated.
The sound of the same wish, the notes of the clouds, the bars of the sky…
It seems like a long chain that binds his growth, but also supports his strength.
Three million credit points are a heavy burden and a helpless price.
The accumulation of skill materials is like a battle without an end.
The fragments of thoughts and the music from the sky wear out the patience of players in a repeated cycle.
And the light cone “flying back to the earth”,
although it is a symbol of dreams, it also requires more materials and more waiting.
The existence of Treabar is a bridge on this road,
but it cannot cover up the invisible shackles behind growth.
Sunday’s growth is a microcosm of the real dilemma faced by every player.
There is no shortcut, only step by step.
All this is just like the heaviness of that era.
We grope in the gap between virtuality and reality,
longing for light, but trapped by layers of materials and restrictions.