Rhein Calendar 1217.
Tonight, there is no light, the stars and moonlight are all hidden behind the heavy clouds, the chilling wind sweeps down from above, heading for that hollowed-out mountain, the towering magnificent creation, the cold wind blows through the deep, spiral corridors, brushing against the bodies lying on the ground, causing ripples in the pools of blood.
The air flows through the meticulously carved carvings and rows of copper pipes on the building's surface; originally, when the wind blew past them, they would resound with a melodious tune, like a grand, solemn overture, immersing the entire enormous structure in a sense of magnificence.
