The angel with blond hair smiled. Her hair was messy in the wind, covering her face. Her voice was torn into pieces, and her mouth could be vaguely seen opening and closing in the gray air.
The wind chimes on the door eaves were struggling in the strong wind, making fierce crashing sounds, the jars on the shelves were shaking and bumping, and the dusty and brittle pages of the book were turning, and the space was filled with chaotic sounds.
Intention: The spring breeze of reform blows everywhere