Under the shadow of the moon, a unique black-purple butterfly flew lightly, leaving a sparkle behind. Gradually, everything around him was enveloped in an indelible transparent crimson color, which was the color of blood.
He couldn't make a sound, and his thin lips were pursed. He obviously didn't lose his voice, but he just couldn't say a word. Stretching out his hand, he didn't know when his hand was filled with bright red, which was even more dazzling under the pure color.
His head lowered mechanically, and his long hair fell from his face, covering up everything in his eyes, leaving nothing but pain.
Suddenly, a door appeared in front of me. I stood up from the sleepiness that was lying on the ground with all my strength. I opened the door and a strong light hit me. I couldn't open my eyes. Ha, have I reached the limit? I opened my clenched fists and reached out to grab something, but all I could find was the air with a hint of fishy sweetness...
