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