The End of Broken Beauty

I don't know how many bones are buried under the continuous heavy snow. When food becomes a luxury, is that person still a human being? If you want to survive in this cold pool-like situation, just live like an object! This is a servant, serving tea and water, full of emotional value. This is a knife that can kill everyone without any worries. It is an altar, where life is a sacrifice, where survival and willfulness are enshrined. It is the glimmer of light, the guardian of hope, the guardian of the owner of objects. He is a living thing in this cold pool.