This story has been gathering dust for a long time. I can't even remember how long I once thought about it, but when I think about it, I still feel the same way. A bit pretentious, but something I have longed for. Maybe you have one image in your mind, but after you put pen to paper, it's a completely different scene.
I always feel that words cannot express eleven of them, but it is better to leave traces than to come in vain.
The story takes place in a world that does not exist in reality, and the protagonists are a group of old monsters.
Concept: There are more than just black and white in the world, but the sun is always there.