The gale howled, and the yellow sand filled the sky.
The young girl walked barefoot on the scorching yellow sands, the merciless sun at this moment seemed especially cruel, making the world feel like a stifling steamer that disturbed the mind and spirit.
She stretched out her hand, as if communicating with the rampant wind and sand, her delicate fingers as pale as scallions traced through the veil of sand. Following a brief pause, a look of disappointment flashed through her eyes, which glittered like scattered golden stars.
The world within the painting, is it all just an illusion?
But...
The image of a girl who looked just like her, lying in a coffin with a puffed face in deep sleep, appeared in her mind, leaving the young girl somewhat at a loss.
Is it real or is it false?
