C256 Unendurable nightmares

I saw the faint yellow of the setting sun on the horizon.

The sky was eerily red.

In the abandoned cemetery. The tombstone was broken and crooked.

In the evening, there was a fog.

In the mist, a cold wind blew again.

In the rain, two blurry figures were fighting at high speed against each other in the cold wind.

One red and one white, like two bolts of lightning intertwined together