Across the Continental Plate[on the Continental Plate]

Under the blue sky, a young man walked towards the cliff against the wind. The wind whistled, blowing his clothes, and his white shirt flowed in the wind. The white shirt made the boy's pale cheeks look even paler. The young man jumped and turned into blood-red flesh at the foot of the cliff. The blood stained the white shirt and the boy's fair cheeks. From the moment he jumped to the moment he died, the boy's eyes were empty, desperate and painful.