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2小时的速涂，回忆了以前学过但不怎么用的流程，最近在把死去的记忆捡起来让他们攻击我wwwwww
但还是作为一个片段写了一些故事
[中文版]
远方的飞艇拉响了启程的长鸣，混着清晨的霞光，在耳边嗡嗡作响。
在席风站，食物最好别离手太久。这里的崖鸥——那些被狂风与盐雾淬炼出的空中强盗——总有办法让你记住这条不成文的规矩。
我的早餐刚进行到一半，一道灰白色的影子便撕裂了我的眼角余光。它并非俯冲，更像是一次精准的坠落，快到我只来得及感受到一股羽翼刮过的、带着海腥味的微风。随后，我手中的三明治突然变轻了，只剩下两片面包夹着融化的芝士在微微颤抖。那片最精华的、边缘烤得焦香的火腿，已经在一个潇洒的升空中，成了某个小家伙的战利品。
它歪着头，用那双黑曜石般的眼睛回望着我，仿佛在进行无声的炫耀。
“那么，我可以把你当朋友了吗？”
[English ver.]
A long drone from a departing airship hums through the dawn light, a sound you can feel in your bones.
Here at Windshear, you learn a simple rule: never take your eyes off your food. The cliff gulls—aerial bandits forged in gale and salt spray—have a particular talent for teaching you that lesson the hard way.
I was halfway through my breakfast when a grey-white blur tore through the corner of my eye. It wasn't a dive; it was more like a calculated plunge, so fast all I registered was a gust of wind, sharp with the scent of the sea. Then, my sandwich felt impossibly light. All that remained were two slices of bread cradling a trembling smear of melted cheese. The prize itself, that single, perfectly seared slice of ham, was already ascending in a display of effortless grace, the trophy of a pint-sized thief.
It cocked its head, its obsidian eyes looking back at me in what could only be described as a silent, gloating boast.
"So, I guess this makes us friends?"