As the morning gradually unfurled its golden tendrils, casting a radiant glow across the landscape, Yeosang couldn't help but marvel at the picturesque scene before him. The sun, a radiant orb ascending in the sky, illuminated every corner of the city with its warm embrace. The gentle wind caress whispered through the verdant canopy of trees, causing their emerald leaves to sway in a graceful dance. Each flower, a vibrant splash of color against the backdrop of greenery, unfurled its delicate petals in a dazzling display of nature's artistry.
Yet, amidst this seemingly idyllic setting, there lingered an ominous undercurrent, a subtle hint of malevolence that tainted the beauty of the surroundings. For Yeosang, who knew all too well the sinister truth concealed beneath the facade of tranquility, this city held no allure. It was a place of deceit, where the ground beneath his feet harbored a dark secret.
In this city, where carnivorous plants lurked in the shadows, their insidious tendrils reaching out to ensnare unsuspecting souls, beauty was but a cruel facade. The grass, seemingly innocent with its lush green blades, concealed a sinister hunger, slowly draining the vitality and spirit of any who dared to tread upon it.
Yeosang's heart filled with a mixture of resentment and sorrow as he gazed upon the landscape before him. He saw what others perceived as beauty as a mask concealing the city's true nature—a place where sanity withered, and madness thrived. With each passing moment, his disdain for this city grew, a testament to the torment it had inflicted upon those who called it home.
As Hongjoong slowly turned the rusted handle of the weathered door, its hinges creaked in protest, echoing through the dimly lit alleyway. Yeosang's senses immediately heightened, a prickling sensation creeping up his spine as a foreboding atmosphere settled around them like a heavy shroud. The musty scent of decay wafted out, mingling with the damp air, causing Yeosang to instinctively pull his scarf tighter around his face, a feeble attempt to shield himself from whatever lurked within.
With each step they took into the dilapidated store, the air grew thicker, a palpable weight pressing down upon them. Dust motes danced in the faint light filtering through cracked windows, caught in the stale air like trapped souls. Yeosang's eyes stung as he squinted through the haze, trying to discern the source of the unsettling sensation that prickled at his skin.
As Hongjoong ventured further into the dim interior, Yeosang's heart hammered in his chest, a sense of unease gnawing at him. He could feel the pollen hanging heavy in the air, its sweet scent sickly and overpowering, making his head swim. With each breath, he could taste the bitterness of decay mingled with the cloying sweetness of the pollen, a nauseating combination that threatened to overwhelm him.
Desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere, Yeosang pressed the cloth of his makeshift mask tighter against his mouth and nose, his fingers trembling as he waved it before him, trying to disperse the oppressive cloud of pollen. But it seemed to cling stubbornly to the air, swirling around them in a malevolent dance.
Despite the growing sense of dread that gripped him, Yeosang followed Hongjoong deeper into the murky depths of the store, his senses on high alert. With each step, the air grew denser, the shadows more sinister, until it felt like they were wading through a thick, murky swamp of malevolence.
As they delved deeper into the heart of the darkness, Yeosang couldn't shake the feeling that they were treading on dangerous ground, teetering on the precipice of something far more sinister than they could ever have imagined.
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The Walls || WOOSAN
Fantasy3000s, the world was filled with fear, diseases, dishonesty, backstabbing, and fitness survival. Due to an incurable disease called 1117, which eats away at the brain, leaving people braindead and filling them with unmerciful rage, people have come...
