The world is always filled with all kinds of voices.
In the past, there were flames of war, weeping and wailing, pain and continuous ejaculation and prayer. And now...
The blonde woman looked down at the busy street below her.
She has been away from this world for so long that she cannot tell what the small iron box moving on the street is. They make a buzzing sound when moving and a disturbing sound when stopped.
The sound was like an infectious disease, spreading from the end to the front. It wasn't until the small iron box stopped at the front started to move forward that the low roar returned.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...