Old Night Dawn

At night, the crow spreads its wings across the gray-black sky. In its empty eye sockets, tentacles as thin as snakes are squirming around. In the cemetery on the outskirts of the city, fragments of coffins were scattered everywhere, and the sound of chewing echoed among the layers of tombstones. In the dim room, a swollen figure sat blankly in front of the bed, gray mucus filling it like a spider web. Although the night is long, dawn will eventually come. The old gods are eternal, and they will step over their corpses. This is a story about people with broken hearts redeeming each other and seeking light in the darkness.