We are with the dark night
We hide in the abyss
The flower of sin born in the mud
It's the medal on our chests
Those who have not fallen asleep at 3:30 in the morning may have experienced such a scene, with passing black shadows, inaudible footsteps, and sticky and hoarse cat calls.
The broken petals were trampled into mud, and there were chaotic footprints.
The night clouds blocked the moonlight, and I couldn't see my fingers, only the weird and bright vertical pupils.
In the moment of silence, everything is sounding.
The next second, the wind was calm and the moon was fine, and the darkness covered everything dirty.
Don't try to follow the footsteps of the night walker, and don't see what you shouldn't see.
Don't look, listen, don't ask, this is the law of survival in the dark night.
The whole book is magical and nonsense, and it cannot stand up to scrutiny. Thank you.
Intention: Meet your opponent in chess
