In this city, evil spreads like a plague to every crack in the human heart. Human petri dishes infected with deadly viruses stagger through the noisy streets. The hot summer wind carries the pathogens that multiply in the petri dishes and flies over the clothes of pedestrians, sowing the seeds of evil thoughts for every ignorant and lucky person. The plague that spreads diseases everywhere and the devil who bewitches sinful desires tore apart a city of love and beauty like a hell burned by fire and the bones are all dust. The ignorant believers who were in panic all day danced a devout dance from the beginning of creation around the fire revived from hell, admiring the curse of Satan as bowing to the grace of God.
Eternal night covers the fields, and bright day never comes again; sinful desires corrode the soul, and divine love never heals it. The shadow of the epidemic wanders in the night, filling everyone's dreams with sadness and fear. Chronic poison lurks in the blood without warning, and innocent sinners walk toward a silent death in a filthy dream. The once lush land has been reduced to ruins, and there are no more birds under the sky. Thorns surround the place, hiding the smooth road ahead from the eyes of the world. Withering spreads all over the body, and everyone's face is covered with the original sin of death; the whole world is like a diseased weed, quietly overturning in the harsh winter.
The young shoots of goodness that grow out of death will eventually wither and bear no fruit. No one sees his sin, no one mourns over it, no one repentes for it.
*Cheng Wuqing×Wen Zhen
Cut-Throat Weeds × Darkroom Shadows
*No difference/double villain/double non-clean/dark suspense/OE
Concept: The shackles of the soul
