Is that an endless stretch of sunflowers?

The face plate full of yellow flowers is as brilliant as the morning sun. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sunflower, the elf chasing the sun, the golden flower disc covered with yellow stamens, like the smiling face of a child, it is the darling of sunshine and happiness.

It's just that

What about sunlight?

What about the earth?

Why is it suddenly gray?

It seems to float in the endless chaos, only the restless swaying of the endless sunflowers.

Misty, is it an endless red light mist? Silk like a thread, curling Nana.

Why is it suddenly cold around, and I can't feel a trace of warmth anymore.

I looked around blankly, as if I was about to sink into this endless red mist.

I heard the soft whispering chuckle of the sunflowers, ethereal and fluttering, like the whispers of countless naughty children.

It was as if I had heard a piercing scream.

It's just that

How could this beautiful flower plate of sunflowers suddenly bleed?

It was as if I heard the sound of grief.

I saw the delicate face of the sunflower, extremely sad and painful.

I slowly stretched out my hand, trying to gently brush away the sorrow that covered the beauty,

The blood-red was slowly seeping into my fingers......

I was startled and gave up, but my hand seemed to be absorbed, and I struggled hard, with my greatest self-control, to tell myself that it could not restrain me, and I was extremely angry, how could I treat my pity like this?!

And it was angry at my insistence on retracting its palm, a horrible and hideous face, with endless blood stains, with fangs open, roaring through the yellow petals and rushing at my face......