How dark, how cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The coldness of the ground seems to convey its sorrow to its own heart, and it is also a painful existence.

The darkness conveys its eternal suffocation to itself, and it longs for someone to understand it.

But, this is contrary to myself, am I just watching and yearning for the flame of the corrupt candle just like them, them, and their ants?

The faintly smelly flames attracted the damned filthy insects, and they pounced on the flickering flames, then shriveled up by the snorting of the fire, and their eyes flickered to the flames.

This, but it is extremely ironic, the things that they once spurned, they now have a reason to sarcastically mock themselves.

This feeling is so horrible, it's really cold, it shouldn't be like this.

The shackles of steel have sealed his feet in the search for art and his hands to create beauty.

Rusty cages and stained walls obscure their view of everything.

I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I'm going to explode in this silence, even if I break the silence, even if I create a noise, I'm going to do it.

"Ahh

A heart-rending roar echoed through the cage underground, and a few tiptoeing rats fled in fright, and the awakened resentful ones rose to answer his screams.

"TM, damn it, it's going to die, you're still yelling here, isn't it skin, itchy, itchy?"

Every question will be accompanied by the screams of the condemned prisoners, as long as the condemned prisoners are not killed, these soldiers will toss at will.

Anger and resentment, the soldiers' feelings infected by these condemned prisoners turned into impatience and viciousness, and in response to these resentments was violence, more violence.

Give them pain, give themselves pleasure.

Hearing it, it was the beaten prisoner, who must have had his teeth flying upside down, his eyes in horror, his eyes in anger, and finally blood flowing until his last breath remained.

"Ah, what a filthy dungeon...... Why torture me like this, cut off their backbones, pierce their ribs, crush their skulls and mash their brains, use gunpowder, use gunpowder, use whispers, use my cannon. ”

The steel shackles on his wrists were placed on his chest, which blocked the contact between his arms and his ribs, and could not bring warmth to himself.

Although, that's not art, how can beating be art?

However, I was so eager to see, see, and see the bloody scene, and the vicious insults and screams begging for mercy sounded in my ears, as if I was inviting myself to comment on such a beginner's artistic performance.

No, it's just acting, it's not art yet.

He fell to the ground, curled his body, and rolled up, and the itching sensation like a wild cat scratching at his heart made him yearn for it, to die, to die, to die, to hum woo woo!

"Ah~, this is a kick in his ribs, yo~, this time, his teeth are shattered, ahhh

The burned face struggled to rub the blood on the ground, bringing a sharp pain and coldness to himself, so let his cravings be relieved......

"Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper!"

The face baptized by steel and fire was twisted even more terrifyingly, saliva flowing from the tattered lips mixed with dirt and into the cheeks and through the bad flesh.

It hurts, but it's nothing compared to the art over there.

"Art, I admit it's art, second only to my art performance, so let's bring them over, give me a show, I can't stand it, come on, come on, my whisper, kill them!"

As he spoke, he lunged towards the prison, but what awaited him was cold and pain.

Red dripping, they are delusional, delusional to cover their sight, I don't allow it!

He slammed his head against the ground, the stones and dirt in his hair and flesh, rubbed hard against the pain, and raised his head again.

Hehe, they failed, their own sight is still in control, I can look here, okay, look there.

Haha, wait, my art, art.

"Ahh

Crazy shouts reached the ears of every damned prisoner like a lingering nightmare in the cold dungeon, and they hugged their shoulders and curled up in the corner.

That man is terrible, let him die, go to death.

He didn't answer himself, he screamed and didn't answer himself, why I was so lonely, why, no one, no one to discuss beauty with me, and he didn't come forward to question my beauty.

Suddenly, a puddle of water on the ground caught his attention, and it reflected the light of the corrupt candle.

Who is this terrible man, so ugly, it's not beautiful!

"Who are you, you ugly bastard."

Only his hoarse voice sounded in his ears, so strange that his mouth was also squirming when he spoke.

Wait, is this man himself?

This ugly monster is himself, that's right, he's not beautiful anymore, he's not beautiful anymore!

"Ahh

Hide in a corner, secretly look at the water, it's a vicious thing, it reflects the real, terrible truth.

It's a dirty and dirty liquid, and it shouldn't be allowed to exist.

It's scary to come over by yourself again.

Wait, since I'm so scared, it's going to be the secret to making the show high again, it's really good.

"Hahahaha, I can let the dancers perform in their spare time after dancing, ahhhhhhh

I feel so happy, it's a beautiful performance, and then I come over to take a look, it's even more beautiful, my own beautiful existence, perfect existence, like a scorching green lotus, I am the only beauty.

I am snickering, and a more perfect art has been formed in my mind, and I can use it.

Then perfect it and make yourself more perfect.

"Babbling hahaha!"

The strange laughter of madness echoed again, echoing in the dark corridor, the flame of the corrupt candle seemed to be nearly passing away in a trance, and the mouse hid in the shadows and quietly looked at the kneeling human with its small eyes.

His white clothes had become dirty, and his handsome face had become demonic.

His name is Ember.

He still felt so elegant, so perfect......