Ayan died, curled up, and died on a snowy winter night. The snowflakes fell in droves, passing through the transparent soul and surrounding the girl's curves on the ground with a layer of pure white. Suddenly the wind blew up and as her soul dissipated, she seemed to hear a heavy sigh and a mechanical "ding dong".
I wrote blindly to practice my writing skills, so I don't need to read it.
Intention: Today is also a day to work hard to become stronger