The mist gradually spread over his ankles, bringing a biting chill, and soaked into Beggar's thin clothes, but she seemed to be completely unaware of all this, just staring at the severed bone, as if she and this dazzling white were the only thing left in the world.
After a while, his cracked and peeling lips trembled slightly, and his voice was as thin as an old piece of paper that could be easily torn by wind and rain. It echoed lowly in the empty ruined temple, with hoarseness and choking, and an indescribable confusion: "How can there be any way to survive in this world...
Concept: All things are born and bones are reshaped
