The air slowly solidified, and you could only hear the beating of your own heart.
Exploring the iron chain bridge of memories, the wind will sting my ears, the blood flows on the black land, winding into poisonous snakes swimming out of purgatory, countless intertwinings, like an endless carnival, the rancid breath jumps out from this grand carnival, looking cheerfully and nervously at the tranquility of death under the shell of this grand carnival.
Yes, who would have thought that the beautiful lily was nurtured by the mountains of corpses underneath it. Their roots are deeply inserted into the pile of souls in the suffering flesh and blood, and the overflowing fragrance will only numb your nostrils, and you will not be able to smell the sweetness of blood in the strong fragrance.
It's sickeningly sweet.
The little girl looked at all this blankly, whether it was ignorance or numbness. She just stood on the carriage and passed by the land that originally belonged to them with the large group of slaves. The subjugated nation could only wait in humiliation for the arrival of the savior hero. They could only lower their heads and put their heavily chained hands on their legs to alleviate the increasing numbness.
Bizarre life experience, bizarre fate, what kind of outcome is waiting for her?