Sacrifice him with the gift of three animals, the blood of a hundred boys, and the gods will come!
When the grass is luxuriant, the flowers have faded into red, and the stars in the night sky are faintly emitting an orange-red demonic light...
I used my blood to recognize the lack of form, abandoned love, and let the green blood stain my hands. In the deserted city, sinful people are looking for that love...
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable...