C85 Yang Lixie's Pocket

As evening fell, the glow of the setting sun cascaded down, casting a golden hue over everything. Skyscrapers, overpasses, highways, cars, and trees were all bathed in the warm light, their elongated shadows stretching out before them. The scene would have been quite picturesque if not for the eerie strands of hair entangled around the street lamps, draped across windows, and blanketing the road