C229 Rescue

In a coma, I dreamt that I was walking on a small road with no end in sight. On my left was a cliff, and on my right was a cliff. A familiar and unfamiliar person appeared out of thin air. "Then one by one, they fell down beside me …

My feet grind the pale skeletons, the sky is full of flying ashes, and I am the only one walking in death.

Finally, I reached the end of the road