When the night covered the world, the silence drowned out all the voices that were about to cry, and on the branches of the trees not far away, the birds with broken wings struggled for the last of their lives, and finally could not escape the fate that had been arranged, and they did not know when they would die. The fog and night all around set off each other, and on the empty cemetery, there were no names of the departed on the tombstones. Maybe these are just a few of them, and how can anyone collect the bodies of the remaining people who don't know where they died?

In the dark world, the rulers of the dark organization are dominated, and they live in their own colorful world, but they have no luster for this world......

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