Dusk Sea Level

A vast field of paint crows, like ink slowly moving away, the pure black tone evokes infinite pain. It seems that the world has been put down in the small bottle, and everything has become illusory and out of reach... You never know the various questions of those despondent people. They hide themselves in the mist, which is mysterious and puzzling. You can always guess, but unfortunately you will never get the answer. No one wants to touch it for no reason, but there will always be curious voices that only lead one soul after another. There are lost colored lights over there, always guiding to another world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.