The Dao Conceals Itself, Nameless

Rain... A vast, hazy mist swept in, washing over the ashen sky until it looked like a gloomy ink painting. The person knelt on one knee, a broken sword beside them. Rain fell on their body, mingling with blood, making them look like someone in a painting. The earthy fragrance of wet soil and rain mixed with the stench of blood, filling my mouth. I was too weak to open my eyes. My head spun, and I collapsed, fainting.