The sun in the sky was originally gentle and warm, but at some point it was stained with a layer of light gray, as if it was gently painted by an invisible hand, changing its appearance like the finishing touch.
Now, the sun hangs high in the sky, like an indifferent eye, staring coldly at everything on the earth.
What's even more disturbing is that it has turned gray-green at some point, emitting a cyber, technological yet extremely unnatural light, as if it does not belong to this world, but comes from an unknown, dark dimension.
As Blore ran, he felt the wind around him grow increasingly unnatural. The gentle breeze that had once been soft now carried a cold, damp smell, as if it blew from deep underground, carrying the smell of decay and death.
The golden wheat under his feet seemed to have sensed this strange aura and began to grow continuously at an astonishing speed.
The ears of wheat became sharper and sharper, like countless golden blades, flashing with cold light, but covered by a layer of dark green light. This light seemed like a ghost fire coming from the depths of hell, shrouding the entire wheat field in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
Under the cover of this strange light, the golden wheat fields seemed to be given life.
The wheat continued to grow in the sea water, and the tips of their awns began to develop a flowing water texture, as if each wheat awn had turned into a liquid tentacle, slowly wriggling.
They grow taller and taller, stretching towards the sky, as if longing for something.
As they grew, the wheat awns began to gather together, slowly wriggling, and eventually gathered into the shape of a huge clock.
This clock is not an ordinary clock. Its hands are made of golden wheat awns, but they emit a dark green light, as if they draw strength from the darkness.
It rotates slowly in the sea water, absorbing the essence of the sea water, while those human-like creatures step past it without any care, as if it is just a part of this strange world, insignificant yet indispensable.
However, the giant clockwork didn't stay there for long.
In Blore's eyes, it quickly gathered together again and condensed into the shape of a huge heart.
This golden heart undulated in the sea water, as if beating, and every beat was accompanied by the dark green sunlight flowing out, as if telling an endless curse.
The surrounding sea water was attracted by it, as if pulled by an invisible force, constantly gathering around the heart, and then being thrown out again with the beating of the heart, forming a strange cycle.
The whole scene seemed like a nightmare, gloomy and eerie.
Blore felt his heart pounding so hard it seemed as if it was about to burst out of his chest. He held onto Song's fog lamp tightly, not daring to relax even a little.
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