The abyss is filled with fog that persists all year round, and even the air seems to be rusty.
Skulls of different shapes were scattered on the ground, those of wolves, bears, leopards, and humans.
"Don't play with this." A pair of hands picked out the human skulls.
A group of monsters gathered around him, either nimble or clumsy, following behind him, purring with joy.
"Don't follow me," he said.
The biggest monster lifted him high.
It took him some time to break away from the monsters and bury the skulls.
But within a few days, they were unearthed again.
The human skull is the roundest and can always roll far on the ground, making it the most suitable for games.
He leaned over to pick up the skull and stroked the tallest monster, "Don't play with this, play with something else."
The monster's body is huge and ferocious, like a collapsed mountain. It hums happily from inside its body and uses its cracked tentacles to hook the "ball" in the human hand.
It thought he was playing a game with it.
He had no choice but to use his fingertips to crush the skull. Only in this way would the monster stop treating human remains as toys.
He buried the broken bones.
According to human custom, a small monument was erected for the broken bones.
He lives in the abyss and has a family of monsters, but he thinks maybe he should find a friend.
A human friend.
He doesn't eat people, and humans don't play football with skulls of the same species, so they should get along fine.
Concept: Loneliness is the journey of the heart
