The mage who walks in the heavens
(Newbie's work, description is weak, if you don't like it, I'm sorry)
Traversing other worlds, cultivating magic, and conquering other planes, he discovered that every plane was a familiar world. Marvel,(CD, anime, Hong Kong, 2D, none of these currently available), and so on…
"Hmm? Doctor Strange wants to borrow my power?" "Agreed."
"What, Harry Potter got beaten up by Voldemort, and you want me to come over and support him?"
"Gandaph, don't be idle, go help!"
"What is it? The Holy Master ran out again?"
"Ghidora, go and exchange a few moves with the Holy Master. If you lose, don't come back."
Merlin looked at the messages sent by the worlds under him and could not help but sigh.
"It's really tiring to be the big brother of the myriad worlds. I want to retire!"
This was the story of a mage walking in the heavens.
There is poetry; the poetry friendship; the one that has in time the time of truth. There is a poetry that flies in the wind and never disappear or get lost in sincerity. There is a poetry that screams without raising the volume of the voice because your language and the heart. There is a poetry that is this or any other but that exists out there: and the heart.