Karma

"It's futile to go against instinct." The salty smell that passed through the mouth disappeared, and the rich and sweet taste that was so overwhelming that it was almost fainting took its place. At the same time, the whitened brain and the temporary loss of vision returned to their original state in an instant. Red, lots of red. Sticky, moist, thick, warm, reflective, endless... Like a stream. At first, it was just a tangled red silk cloth wrapped around the fingertips, but in the blink of an eye, it had been dragged down, becoming a glossy and extremely heavy carpet spread on the ebony floor. The moment he really woke up, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to make amends, but it was no longer possible. Outside the window, the lifeless light of the new moon slanted in, indifferently covering the crimson carpet that was almost solidified with a hazy coldness. Until this moment, it is difficult to recover the water. Purpose: There is no escape from fate