When did it start? The night sky, which was obviously plain, became as red as glass in my eyes - transparent, penetrating everything and melting everything.
When did I get used to walking under such glass? Everywhere in the world, I can't see anything now. It's too quiet. People are really afraid of the night covered with mysterious smiles.
Is there only one bright moon? The silver-white one is too complete for my liking, but the incomplete blue crystal-clear moon on the other side of the city is even more lovable. Everyone turns a blind eye? Maybe I can't see it, maybe everything is my imagination...
Now, I am used to looking down, looking down at the city, looking down at the scenery. Once you get used to it, you won't be afraid anymore... The corpse that fell in front of me was dyed red with blood and perfectly matched the color of the night sky. The eyes were so ferocious that they even seemed to spit out their sockets.
The blood is still flowing, or rather. Blood still spurted from the corpse.
The blood flowing on the ground became a mirror at this time, and I saw my expression in it - that was not me, that was not the expression that a human being should have.
Someone told me that when people die, they actually live better...