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All I could see was darkness, and the wind whistled in my ears. The devouring formation keeps rotating. I couldn't see, I stretched out my hands to catch the wind. But I can't catch it. The wind passes through my fingers, and I can't describe what it feels like. I listened to the so-called sacrificial music indifferently. Even if I can't see them, I can tell what their expressions are like. Greed, madness. And I am a sacrifice for their profit. They won't succeed. Suddenly I seemed to hear someone calling my name. But I couldn't really hear it. I will disappear from this world forever.