Every time the fog shrouds, it is accompanied by the heavy sigh of the giant whale, intertwined with the blood and tears of despair, which is the last sound in the world.
At first, humans thought this was just the extinction of a species, an ordinary volcanic eruption, and an ordinary fog. Little did they know that this was a man-made disaster.
It's like God's joke, just like how humans have treated other species for many years, giving alms, watching the trapped animals struggle, and killing them with blood.
When the thick milky white mist kisses human skin, flesh and blood dissolve into juice, and the pink mist spreads, creating a gorgeous romance. The moment the Tyndall effect begins, it heralds the end of life.
The full moon is the eye of the night. In the huge sky, like a fair judge, it uses the law of survival of the fittest to watch the changes of all things.
You who are struggling in the mire! Listening quietly to the judgment of the Wheel of Fortune, countless bones are piled under the last lonely city. It is the salvation of new life, or the fall of all living things.
I stood in the depths of the mist, watching the people coming and going day after day. They were either panicked, greedy and ugly, or full of lies and interests. The filthy breath nourishes countless undead souls. Until, I met a strange person. Her eyes were very warm, like sunshine, and she acted in a high-profile manner, like a little madman. --Priest
When he was swallowed by the mist, he thought his life was over. His body fell, and he opened his eyes, falling into an embrace with the smell of sea water. His silver-gray eyes, with blue pupils, were as delicate as a doll. The hair is floating in the mist, like the Milky Way dotted with glimmers of light, without joy or sorrow. I thought I saw a god. --Xin Shen
Blue Whale Beauty Priest X Golden Eagle Sentinel Xin Shen [GL]
Intention: Technology is regressing and fog is everywhere. Don't be afraid, my love.