War Never Changes

Whether before 2077 or after 2077, war will never change. In the dream, it rained, black rain, with countless ugly shadows walking in the rain, roaring, twitching, venting their never-ending anger. They roared into the sky with unspeakable fury, and their bodies were eroded by black rain, turning them into ugly existences. This is so scary, as if the ghosts from hell are lingering here. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.