Primary Color World

I never imagined that salvation would come in the name of my wife. She walked out of the storm on the sea cliff, and the gray sky was the hem of her skirt. She guided me, gave me a peace I had never experienced before, and allowed me to look forward to a redeemed tomorrow in joy. But I failed another test. I didn't wait for grandma's cow skull, but tasted the pot of golden and dangerous soup willfully. Since then, the snake demon's letter has been licking my dreams, whispering about my fresh flesh and blood. Now, my bike is fleeing on the crumbling road, the brakes screaming a warning of fate; My weak cousin was crying on the other end of the phone, and I had lost the key to my home. When the boulders of the shelter were removed, what was exposed was not hope, but an abyss filled with snakes... I was shocked to realize that the storm that led me had never left. And I must step through the monster created by myself, in the hinterland of fear, and poetically accept her appointment.