The vines are wrapped around the bones, the bones are broken and the vines wither, and the rest of their lives are barren.
He once tried to embrace the cold winter, thinking that it would bring a warm spring and flowers blooming, but later he found out that it was ice that pierced his bones.
Time passes silently and cruelly, and in the long years, people drink poison to quench their thirst, and they drink it as sweet as sugar, until their flesh and blood are blurred, and then they finally get it.
Intention: Trapped in obsession, drowning in the abyss
