The place is desolate.

This is not to say that the earth withered and withered. On the contrary, brilliant and bright flowers, and things that resemble flowers, are crowded together, filling almost every blank space.

They swayed in the wind over towering factories and buildings, leaving behind colorful pollen, and the heterogeneous aroma was so toxic that it even eroded steel. The fleshy vines snaking and crawling, trying to wrap around their calves from time to time, turning their heads to be crushed by the hard iron boots, and a fishy sweetness erupted

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