Trembling Myth

I walked alone through long canyons, passed by mist-filled swamps, and passed through silent forests. I saw the gloomy and pale rocks, and the dewdrops on the branches and leaves dripping down year after year, falling into the scorched earth. All day long, I wandered aimlessly and couldn't hear a sound in my ears. Quiet, it was deathly quiet. The sky is iron gray, the blood moon hangs high, and the clouds are still. A few rays of light are projected from above, reflecting on the sea, like a frozen painting of despair, forever stopped at this moment. Yes This is the final destination.