The Gap Between Mist and Ruins

The gray mist has no source, spreading from the feet to the ankles, and then swallows everything within sight. This is the Boundary Ruins, a long and narrow gap that separates life and death. There is no living person who sets foot here. The souls of birds and beasts, mortals, mountain and sea spirits, all creatures whose bodies have stopped will be dragged here by the mist, waiting quietly for dissolution and return to the most primitive chaos of the world. It was supposed to be a silent journey home. But it's never peaceful here. The thick white mist was wrapped in a biting coldness, and deep, heavy breathing kept coming to my ears. I don't know where it was hidden deep in the mist. The sound sounded far and near, like a giant beast lying in the dark taking in its breath, or like the low moans of countless broken souls struggling. There are constant shadows around you that become lighter and more transparent, melting into the thick fog little by little, disappearing completely without a sound - they are the souls of the dead who have returned to their original state after their waiting period has expired. Deep in the fog, the sound of breathing suddenly became heavier. The air stagnated, and all the slowly melting shadows suddenly froze and stopped flowing. Shhh listen carefully Coming