It was a dark day, hundreds of ghosts were roaming around, and a strange mist shrouded the small village. The cries that came and went from far to near scared every family to close their doors. Gusts of dark wind hit the doors and windows. "Auntie, I'm scared." The thin little girl hid in the woman's arms, tremblingly holding the corners of her patched clothes.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaobao, Aniang is here..." Before he could finish his words, in an instant, the whole village was lifeless. Over the course of hundreds of years, withered souls turn into decay, those who have died have long since turned into dust, and those who are lucky enough to survive are in a daze all day long.
Intent: Large group portraits, creating each vivid character