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Blood was flowing.

The snow was falling.

White, and red. It was exceptionally clear and distinct.

It was common knowledge that a person who lost too much blood would die from shock.

I don't know how much blood came out of me.

Beneath his feet, blood flowed like a stream.

There seems to be endless blood on me.

I looked up at the sky.

The violent wind and snow danced chaotically in the air