Light should be nourishing and formless.
The mortal who had just finished at the outhouse pushed aside the curtain and subconsciously shielded his eyes. But after just a moment, he blinked his eyes in confusion.
Was the day unusually bright?
Had the sun become too fierce?
"Hungry..."
He shook his head and quickly walked toward his home, his steps becoming noticeably lighter at the thought of the food he was about to eat.
Upon arriving home, he discovered no one inside. In the backyard, his wife and child were hunched over, vomiting.
"What's wrong?"
As soon as he asked, his face changed, and he instinctively retched. Then, realizing something, he hurried towards the stove...
"Are you mad? Why would you cook feces!!"
The man's horrified shouts echoed through the entire house.
As if triggering a chain reaction, the village soon filled with cries of terror and successive retching sounds.
