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In the black moonlight, ghosts and gods whispering, and in the boundless black mist, who is the salvation? The dark sky, the upside-down town, the title page of order has been burned out; the streets covered with flesh and blood, the collapsed faith... Is the wait for dawn or eternal night... In the boundless sea of blood, the eternally floating castle of bones, and who planted the forest of minced flesh of desire? The pain in the bones at this moment is as deep as the abyss of the ocean; this blood-red crime will not end until death. Every time you give up your self-esteem, people become more like beasts. In the fog, do you give up your humanity, or do you believe in the human heart? This is a game of gods and a game of fate...