In the dim and dilapidated shack, faint rays of light hung like fragile threads, seemingly on the verge of breaking, barely illuminating the shadows, releasing a faint and sparse luster in an almost pitch-black atmosphere.
The air was permeated with the dry, musty smell unique to decay and mold, and visible dust particles floated in the air, creating a faint tide as they swirled around.
Undoubtedly, this level of living environment was comparable to a pigsty in terms of filth.
