C465 Resurrection lily

The weird gray fog intertwined with the ghosts in the shroud. In this place, everything seemed so unusual that it was as if I had walked into a black and white television set from the eighties and nineties.

The road leading to the distance ahead was winding and gloomy. A gust of cold wind blew over, and the gray fog moved back and forth, making a wave of slow, tiny rustling noises