A land of sandstorms.

Dry dust rises and winds, including grains of sand, blow up. When you close your eyelids to protect that wind eye, what comes to mind are the brutal scars carved into the body of only the girl's thin bones and skin tied to a small room in the dark night. And in the midst of a cruel fate, the smile of an international merciless shining girl.

The blood and sorrow burned behind my lid speaks to me.

Fulfill your ideals.

If you open your eyes and expose your eyes to the outside world again, the love born in the temporary peace that comes to mind. Sadness and anger deprived of it. Lost everything, a sense of powerlessness to the surviving self.

Enraged enough to fill my heart, demands of me.

He told me to take revenge.

So I became a snake. All ideals and revenge were melted with the venom of their fangs and swallowed up in their bellies.

Continue to grow the poison stored in your belly until the day you become a serpent one day. Crawl through the ground and spit blood reflexes so my poison won't crush.

My grief is fulfilled when the accumulated poison dissolves everything with this body.

I wander again today as I sink my feet into the sand.

There's only one thing left that I need.

Strong fangs that won't shake. That's all.