C185 Sixth Soul of Spring
The vast, endless world was devoid of people. However, from time to time, a strong wind would blow and blow up the dust and dirt in the air. A spiral of dirt and dust storm filled the air with a tearing power.
Occasionally, a withered yellow tree would be torn to pieces by the swirling dust storm.
"Gobi Beach? A sandstorm? "
"Damn it." "Where did you come from?"
After leaving this place
