Countless pairs of rusty and rotten hands claw hard at those who are about to climb out of the darkness and welcome the light. The human-faced fox covered his mouth and sneered, his whole face melting tightly together, as if he was extremely happy. Countless spectators stood aside expressionlessly, wearing masks. What's behind that mask? Is it a human face? No, it's not. Those are demons with teeth and claws. Their eyes are empty, as if they want to suck people in and fill their eyes, making them look like normal "people". Some tiny creatures crawl on the ground, and people don't notice their existence. They carried heavy burdens and moved forward cautiously. Will they be a touch of warmth in this world where even the rain is the color of blood?
Intent: Warmth, mutual love