Festival Twenty-Four

It's like my head is immersed in water and I can't breathe, but I can still feel the people and things happening around me. All of this seemed like a dream, and the consciousness in my mind kept trying to wake up my body. But when I woke up, I came to a strange and familiar world. The memories before death and rebirth overlapped. It turned out that my name was - Twenty-Four! This is a barren place, and the surrounding villages are in dilapidated condition. Every April and May, the wind carries sand from the desert far away and beats on the eaves of the village all day long. The sound keeps making people unable to sleep at night. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.