On the day of the blood moon of the Ghost Festival, I witnessed the formation of birds and the flocks of foxes and the hovering snowflakes.
>Convinced that the world is just a virtual program full of bugs;
>Until I saw soldiers escorting the sarcophagus carrying the same group of red foxes across the street,
>I realized that this was always true, but they no longer bothered to hide it;
>The red fox at the head suddenly turned its head and gave me a human-like cry.
