The background sound is the sound of heavy breathing, the sound of a heavy object falling into the water, followed by the sound of a drowning-like "slurp".
Light up.
A woman dressed in black and loose clothes casts a huge shadow behind her wall. A woman fights her shadow until she sits on the floor, tired of her breath.
Do you know what death looks like? I've seen, it's general orange red.
You like to say that you live to death? I am not, I have a desire for death that is close to faith.
I was dragged by that man, and he carried my wrist with his lean hands, and it hurt me. It's fast, it's hard to see what's around it, and it's left behind. He did not stop until he stood on the edge of the cliff and soon I was suffocated by a high-speed run.
I look at him in the sunset, and he has the solemn, muscular, mysterious, soft. Under the cliffs is the poignant palace, where the flames of the bears are stung with red tongues to wrap me up, and the thousands of ghosts in the flames laugh at me and wave at me as if they were really happy in their bones.
The ghosts are right. I'm tired of waiting for death and joy. Let the flame burn me, even after it has been burned. Only such joy can calm me down.
The pleasure of putting me dead crawled on my back and swallowed me.
The desire for death is a smouldering thing, and he is lean, and he is solemn, and my God of death. I saw him laughing. So We said to him, "I shall exchange my life for the joy of death."
I reached out to him and held his black robe tight, and I spoke firmly and I watched. And it shall grow before Us until it becomes dark. The flames are still burning, and the ghosts cry with pain and joy. I will soon be one of those happy. I'm losing consciousness. Can I find my joy?
He woke up and found himself immersed in water, a little sticky with a flame of orange. We saw our faces in the water, and the faces of my passed-out grandmother became one. Half of them are depressed, silent, weeping, and half are happy, proud and flourishing. Thin water squeezes me from around, tears my skin and squeezes my guts, leaving me without breath long before. I can't feel pain, I can only feel the joy and desire that are so full of contentment. Thick water squeezed me, crushed me, and finally even space collapsed. In the collapsed space, death let go of my hand. Am I not religious enough? My desire never wavered for a moment! But I'm getting soberer and soberer. It's a bad feeling.
Under the valley and in the pavilion, the red tongue disappeared. There is an ordinary, empty valley of the sunset, and the dark orange red is connected blindly.
And We cried out in the valley: "Nothing shall keep me from the path of death, but the joy of death shall fill me and my desires." Nothing can stop me. Death, even you should know that I am absolutely immutable."
He stood behind me again, my death, my desire. The invisible water is still squeezing on me, pushing me to my death. Again, We have extended our hand to the dead, and let the desire go with me, and cast my heavy body behind me. Let's go. The next valley is waiting to swallow me. I'll make it this time.
"I'm watching."