"Chop, chop, chop."
At the far end of the horizon, the blazing sun, like molten gold, descended, igniting a verge of twilight.
It was as if immersed in orange-red amber, the skyline tinged with the hues of afterglow, reflecting upon the collapsing mountains and rivers.
The earth cracked, red mist filled the sky, and everything seen was melting and dissolving, all living beings chanting the hallucinations of destruction and finality.
Only a vast shadow of a tree floated at the extreme boundary, as if the last observer.
In the distance, a slender figure walked, her long dress like flowing blood.
She walked barefoot through the corpses scattered on the ground, without a trace of filth upon her. As people fled and wailed, she silently walked against them.
The mourning murmurs flowed, the waves of the Eternal Sea shone like jellyfish, floating above the earth.
