It was already dusk, and the sky was a strange purplish red. I was fleeing across a wasteland overgrown with weeds, with my senior sister in hot pursuit, as if she were determined to kill me. The weeds were so tall they towered over my head. Unable to see the path ahead, I just kept running for my life, the weeds rustling “sh-sh-sh” by my ears... Perhaps I was destined to die by her sword today...
Come on, write more carefully.
It feels quite good, like it~