When the shadow of darkness shrouds, the eyes of the night suddenly open, the fragrance of blood and the scattered and blooming night elves, the vines leading to the other side form a door, the strange and lonely rhythm is jumping, the soft and melting time, the twisted and fluttering colors, the mummy of the soul is annihilated by loneliness, the hoarse life sings A song composed with blood and tears, an invitation to a dance of death, the empty smile of the doll gradually spreads, the hazy world, and the outstretched hands are like a broken fish tank that has been smashed, and the struggling and suffocated fish opens its eyes and reaches to the sky, waiting for impossible redemption and the arrival of the vulture.