Where is this place?
It had been a long time since she dreamed. The ‘vampire’ thought as much while forcibly moving her muscles, which were stiff like lead.
Smell, taste, touch.
Three of her five senses were broken. Even though grass and dirt must have entered her mouth from crawling on the ground, she felt no sensation at all. Moreover, there wasn’t even a scent brushing the tip of her nose.
Death.
The end that mortals should rightfully fear was approaching. The woman discerned that there was no longer any hope for her body to survive.
Even so, why.
Why did the woman keep crawling on the ground? Desperately enough to seem pathetic, stretching out her hand again and again.
Light poured down into her blurry vision.
Had morning already come? Suddenly, the woman realized that her body was trembling uncontrollably.
The day was cold.
Though her sense of touch was broken, the clear wind sound brushing her ears announced autumn.
It was the season of abundance.
Come to think of…