The gods are dying, and monsters run rampant.
Can you see things other people can't?
Can you sense something out of the ordinary?
What lurks in the darkness along the streets and alleyways?
The moon hangs upside down in the sky. Empty, mocking eyes stare from the corners.
Who is wailing above the heavens?
Who is the black giant shadow in the fog?
The bizarre, the bewildering, the abnormal.
Vast nests, monsters in mirrors, eyes filling the sky, severed limbs and remains beneath the bed.
Tremors from underground, gazes from above.
A mysterious realm of darkness and blood, mysterious bones buried among the stars.
The world will become a wasteland.
I walk through this tainted world, seeing it all with my eyes closed.
Let me come to Kangkang. Does anyone comment?