And the protagonist of it; the dark sky. At the moment, I am wandering around beside the body of the ice leopard. It seems that this is not the playground but the garden of my own home just now. If I only look at the black sky now, it really makes me feel this way.

but it's hard to think of the idea of corpses and bloodstains. The snow, which was originally white, has been dyed crimson by the blood of the ice leopard. The ground is scattered with the broken limbs of the ice leopard. What's more, the whole ice leopard has been blown to pieces by the black...