The remaining red color instantly filled the entire space, and the smell of blood was strong
A gentle voice asked her. Hate? No, she doesn't hate it. She replied.
Complain? No, she doesn't complain. But she can never stand under that sky and pursue the pure and inclusive emptiness. Only the vast and mixed earth is her habitat.
She believes that one day the remaining red will fade away and she can freely roam this land.
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