月寂烟雨：七年之后的转身
第七年，月夜依旧如故，却仿佛被某种力量包围。夜色愈发深邃，仿佛连呼吸都变得沉重起来。
smoke drifts lazily in the moonlit air, carrying with it the faint scent of rainwater. The world seems to hold its breath as if waiting for something great to happen.
主人公站在窗前，看着窗外的夜景。雨丝轻轻摇曳，如同思绪般朦胧。这第七年，他的心绪似乎早已习惯了这种静谧中的迷茫。
the rain falls softly, a gentle lullaby that soothes even the most restless soul.
突然，一阵异样的风拂过，带着某种不属于这个季节的味道。主人公的心跳不自觉地加快了，他不知道自己是否听错了。
wind picks up suddenly, carrying with it an odor that isn’t of rain alone.
那是一种混合的气息，像记忆中某个角落的回声，又像是某种未知生命的气息。
the scent is a mix of rain and mist, something both sweet and slightly bitter, as if the wind is telling him something he shouldn’t know.
主人公握紧了拳头，试图让自己保持冷静。第七年后的夜景似乎比以往更加静谧，却也更加深不可测。
his hand tightens around the edge of the window frame, trying to steady his racing thoughts.
他不知道自己是否准备好了面对即将到来的变化，但直觉告诉他，这 seventh year is just the beginning.
for the first time in years, there’s a faint glimmer of hope in the distance. Maybe this seventh year isn’t the end after all.
at last, something catches his eye—a flicker of light through the mist. It looks like a spark, like the start of something new.
And so, against his better judgment, he steps out into the rain, carrying with him not just his own memories, but perhaps something greater than himself.
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