Funeral on the Seventh Day

Just like the unknown world after death, there is still an unknown realm in the corners of the world. It's so gray and endless. The sky and the horizon merge into one, chaotic and indistinguishable. One day, this place welcomed its owner, an unknown person just like this place. He slept here for several years. On Monday, he was woken up by a man who had lost his memory and couldn't remember anything. Asked him what kind of place it was, he didn't know, so the man thought for a moment and said, it might as well be called the Lost Place. Tuesday is for singers to find their voices. Wednesday brings back color for painters. Thursday to restore hearing for lovers. Friday brings back the palate for foodies. Saturday brings back the sense of smell for perfumers. Bury the past on Sunday. The lost god is resurrected.