Being immersed in a nightmare is like drowning.
Probably, this is the price.
White light, you say it is sunlight.
The red lake water, you said it was roses.
I only saw my own blood, thickened into strange patterns.
The water plants are all enchanting, and the fish swim away quietly.
The music is elusive.
Shhh——
No one speaks, only you understand my song.
Did you hear that?
Conception: