Chapter 8: Come to my bowl dear
There is no light, no wind, and boundless darkness, from far to near, impregnating all things in heaven and earth, as if immersing the world in an infinite inkwell, brewing eternal dead silence.
There is no light, no wind, and boundless darkness, from far to near, impregnating all things in heaven and earth, as if immersing the world in an infinite inkwell, brewing eternal dead silence.