A pale glow fell, illuminating the writhing shadows of the abyssal depths, as if the Dark Mother herself had opened her arms...,Looking around, tall peach trees grew, their branches stretching out, with blossoms that resembled clouds of rouge. Pink mists drifted through the air, like a painter had sketched a spring landscape.,The eternal sun, which was once one, became nine. Their shadows constantly shattered and piled upon each other, like swollen meatballs, growing grotesquely and occupying the sky.。