Soul Vortex

In the dark valley, Gessen huddled in the corner and talked to himself. The rustling cold wind kept pouring in from the unreachable valley mouth at the top, and the words "Are you dead?" Seemed to be hammering on the four walls of the valley and echoed. The evil timbre mixed with the hurricane cut through his skin like a sharp knife, and the warm blood flowed down, irrigating the fear in his heart. Suddenly, a crack opened in the dark clouds at the mouth of the valley, and pale moonlight shone in. Gessen raised his head to face the dim moonlight to seek warmth, and a moth fluttered its wings and flew down from the mouth of the valley. Although it was a tiny life, its appearance swept away the fear in Gessen's heart. When it flew closer, Gessen raised his palm to catch it. He has never felt that a moth is so beautiful as now. Its silver-gray wings flicker like powder, and bursts of fragrance are emitted as it flaps. He looked a little fascinated, and the moth also turned its head and stared at him, with a pair of lead-colored eyes that were bottomless. Suddenly the moth's eyes turned from gray to red, like blood... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.