Bitter Night Is Coming

In this bitter night, I turned into a scarlet slug. Maybe yesterday? I don't know. Thanks to this, I have forgotten many things, such as hunting, transcendence, mysteries, dreams, history, the world... This has given me a new and exciting life. But occasionally, there will still be a soft lullaby humming quietly in my ears. "A hunter walks on the sea, and pale blood flows on the shore; Two hunters descended into the tomb and drank scarlet blood into their throats; The three hunters fell into a dream, a mixture of reality and reality; one and the same; Four hunters took to the streets, leaving no one alive. "