In the world where the evening mist surges, it is actually not dead silent.

If you expand your spiritual perception, you will find it.

There are ants with too low intelligence to not be disturbed crawling.

There are also monsters driven by the mist in action.

And the sound of the wind blowing the blades of grass.

The sound of rolling stones.

The sound of blood dripping.

…

All these voices come together.

Just formed a complete evening

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