Died of Illness

She will never forget the chaos that existed in a certain city or a certain room with lush vegetation and decayed vegetation. They were like a series of wines sealed and fermented by years of time, fresh, sweet and strong, swirling, mixing and settling. Anyway, it just hasn't disappeared. It will never go away. Just like the marks of demons and gods. In ordinary things, she noticed that bullying, plundering and even killing were happening all the time. They are reflected in the harsh words and gentle silences of enemies, friends, and even loved ones. It's so penetrating that it's hard to ignore. She decided that the crowd was dangerous and began to avoid it to the edge. Hiding in such silence, she understood that certain things were like sinusoidal curves, like the restless ups and downs of the heartbeat, which would eventually return to flatness and zero.