Snow

It was as if I was in a sticky and rotten dream, being stirred, torn apart, and crushed into mud bit by bit, overflowing with endless foam and the rotten stench of the dead. In a daze, I saw Snow's old smile. This article is very dark and should be read with caution. It is not an XP cool article. This article is not created for entertainment. There is only oppression, exploitation, darkness and death, and there is a lot of unacceptable pain and despair. First person. Intention: meaningless