Nightmare Chrysalis

The dim yellow sky is filled with bloody dust, and the hazy setting sun falls on the ethereal fields; in the pale wilderness, the shadowy breasts bite out a low roar; in the abyss of birds and flowers, the sobbing princess tells of hunger and cold over and over again; on the withered roses, is it the blood of angels or the tears of demons; the endless rivers run Flowing down, what comes along the river is not only decay, but also laughter; the spider that cannot see the light curses viciously, no one can rest, no one can be free, I will weave everything into the pupa; the stumbling giant roars desperately, the dream will not last long, the nightmare cannot stay, wake up from the dream, is it me, or am I a butterfly? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.