Forty-fourth night
That night, I drank some low-quality liquor and fell into a deep sleep, feeling dazed and uneasy.
Unknowingly, I walked to the street and looked at the people passing by. They were all swaying in strange postures.
It seems that what is moving is not life itself, but a group of wandering ghosts. The noisy crowd is filled with
There was silence, and the silence spread from the crowd to every building and every street.
The storm is coming, the sky is blurred, and depressing curling black clouds hang low, in the distance, from the ground
The gushing fire burned blazingly, and the city rippled in a pool of broken gold under the sun.
The air is filled with the smell of scorched earth and ashes. Under the shining golden light, there is an endless stream of pedestrians.
The facial expressions range from joyful and sad to haggard and happy - the grand occasion when people are alive, among which
Contains infinite weirdness and strange deeds, life and death, rich and poor, all over the world---Forty-four
Night will eventually come, and the ferocious face of the dark clouds will roar towards us.
On the forty-fourth night, what was that? I looked up at the sky, and the fire in my heart was shining brightly. "The sky is about to fall."
A voice sounded from the heart, passing through the surrounding demonic shadows, extending from the environment to the deepest part of consciousness,
Developed into all living and non-living matter.
Conception: