The red moon is in the sky. Is it the panic of human beings about the legendary species? Is it the stimulant of the blood clan or the wolf clan?
The power of faith.
In the eternal mutual devouring of metal and flesh, all surveillance cameras recorded an elegant self-destruction: when the lightning rod penetrated the left ventricle, he finally taught the mechanical heart how to use the grammar of glass ballast to spell out "alive" with body temperature.
Dedicated to all the souls with half-melted blades stuck in rusty springs——
When the world tries to strangle the moonlight with sutures, let the broken glass turn into honey in your eye sockets.
Concept: Fusion of violence and tenderness