The strong wind wrapped the gravel and beat it on the cracked salt-alkali land, making a whimpering scream. This is a wasteland forgotten by time, the sky is eternal lead gray, and the jagged rock mountains in the distance are like the decayed backbone of a giant beast. In the rubble at the edge of a certain crack, a three-inch-tall withered yellow weed was being crushed repeatedly by the strong wind.
"The eighteen thousandth time..." The grass blades struggled to convey consciousness in the gaps in the wind, "Is this wind... Going to end?"
