Everything is dim, even the light is dim.
People stand in the dark air, and years, decades, and hundreds of years pass by unchanged.
The time that stood still under the darkness turned into a vortex and swallowed up everything. The time and space people even swallowed up their memories on the ground.
I have been living in this tomb-like place for hundreds of years, and the air I exhale is full of the breath of death.
Is this kind of self a dead thing or a living person?
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