Gray, cyan, and the gradually fading golden yellow has a bit of dizzy residual red.
A corner of blood-red dewdrops can be seen behind the soil, roots, and prickly leaves.
The old woman with black robe and white hair stood coldly and proudly in the cold morning. There was a sea of blood in front of her, and there were crowds of crows behind her. She sang softly in a babbling voice to the sky that had just dawned -
My daughter who was born before the night, one day you will be buried at my feet...