The old fan stirred the turbid air, and the yellowed paper fluttered in the wind. The room was filled with the smell of decay, which was suffocating. Well, that thing called death always makes people inexplicably afraid.
It's late summer, but it's unspeakably hot.
It's still the same room.
There was a person lying on the broken wooden bed in the middle, so out of place.
His face is full of flesh, his arms are big and his waist is round, and he wears gold and silver.
Why are you here?
Look at the body again,
I have been stiff for a long time...
The aging wires creaked,
The sparks jumped joyfully in an unknown dance,
Attached were weathered curtains that looked like rags.
Enchanting bloom...