Devouring Each Other

To the east of the village, a child held a strange square in his hand and was staring at the direction of the whirlpool; To the west of the village, in an abandoned school, a young man looked at the empty wicker chairs and let out a long sigh of relief; And further away in the mist, a child was holding hands, laughing and making noise, gradually moving away, as if walking towards a sweet dream from which he would never wake up.