Earth, somewhere near the North Pole,
A lone figure stands there, as if admiring the desolate aurora.
Around this figure, bodies are scattered haphazardly.
Blood is streaming out. A horde of large flies, with gold wings, green heads, black tails, and purple bellies that seemed to fly in from nowhere, are buzzing from East to West, from South to North, incredibly busy.
Soon, something seemed to be wriggling out of the wounds on the bodies. The abdomens of these corpses visually began to bloat. Even on the surface of the corpses, colorful, long fur grew. Under the shimmer of the aurora, they even looked somewhat cute.
Suddenly, a finger on one of the corpses shivered slightly, as if resurrected. From all directions, darkness from nowhere swallowed the aurora, making everything extremely dark.
In this dark, unidentified and unclear whispers echoed layer upon layer.
Initially, there were only a few syllables, very slow.
