Theatrical Regression Life - Chapter 64

... p> A tree that blocked out the sky.

No sounds of animals or insects that should be heard reached my ears, and the whole world seemed awkwardly colored, like a poorly edited photo.

It was as if someone had tried to turn a color photo into black and white and messed it up. Eyes, like flames painted with delicate strokes, moved silently towards me, and hundreds, thousands of eyes embedded in the tree looked around in countless directions. Watching their glances, moving quickly and s ...