"Dida, Dida..."

in the quiet cave, the spring water absorbed by the stalactite from the top of the cave is clear and quiet. The moss around has signs of burning, or not obvious, quite spiritual resistance to the light fire inside the cave. The cool autumn wind blows in from all over the cave, bringing a sense of coolness. The white smoke of the wind is curling up and slowly reverberating.

in the place where the immortal smoke is extremely abundant, the figure shrouded in land dust is like an ancient bell sitting on a protruding pebble in the cave.

it's not as cold as the temperature around. At this...