The whole street block was rendered a ruin, upon which bloomed red flames and black flames like an alluring sea of flowers. Following the carefree blooms came a worn-out page of exhaustion and loneliness. Even the white moon had tired of the spectacle under its cold scrutiny. Its light returned to cast everything in black and white, as if revealing the essence of the world.0

In the center of the ruin, a young man missing his limbs...0