Dream...
It's that dream again.
Rainy weather, a dark path stretching into the distance.
On both sides, stone lanterns flicker with a ghastly red glow.
The stone lanterns are made of gray stone, with slippery moss clinging to them.
Surrounded by people... it's all people...
Their faces are filled with gray miasma, and at a glance, their features seem dislocated.
The priest carries a tin staff... it's unclear what these tin staffs are for, with long, sharp bottoms and three tin rings hanging above them. Just a single step forward makes a clanging noise.
This crisp sound is faint amidst the pouring rain, accompanied by incessant, softly sung chants, giving an inexplicable, eerie feeling.
It's as if everything has lost its color.
Except for the flickering flames, everything is a ghastly gray...
Forward... keep moving forward...
Shen Gu Mirai can see... she herself has also become distorted and warped... on her ghastly gray arm... there is a vivid totem.
Huh?!
