As night falls, the remaining light shines on the dark Fong River. On the other side of the river, the dense woods have plunged into darkness. In the depths of the woods, along with the sound of wind, there is the slightest rustling sound, and soon it falls into silence again.
A trembling hand slowly poked out from the ground deep in the woods. It seemed lifeless, but it wanted to survive the endless darkness with firm belief. The sobs began, suppressing the tremendous grief and indelible hatred, and slowly echoed and circled deep in the woods.
The night is quiet, people have gone, time travels, countless joys and sorrows, indescribable grievances and hatreds all fall into darkness with the coming of night...