Her feet stepped on the gray-yellow rocks, and translucent amber liquid flowed out with every step, leaving bright marks. The bright red dance skirt on her body was flying, rolling, and rushing wildly regardless of the situation. In the afterglow of the setting sun, his flying white hair and his twisted and ravine-like face were dyed into a blurry yellow, constantly changing shapes with heavy breathing.
However, there was indescribable joy in her heart, and intertwined with this joy was madness, spreading out layer by layer like a spider web.
She is proud, she is proud, and her mind is clear:
The beginning is a fate that I cannot escape, but the end will be an ending that you never expected.
We have to face the end together in the end. It's a gamble, and we've reached a showdown.
Conception: