Blood of the Hunting God

The voice that became more and more distant, but could not be clearly identified.

broken.

It's still breaking apart.

Everything in front of you.

[The existence of black has already condensed]

[The figure of the hunter shuttles through the twisted darkness]

【Tearing】

[The gathered darkness is cut open]

[The surging things that seem to have no boundaries spread again, intersect with the hunters, and are cut open again]

Something springs up.

In that moment when the darkness is cut.

That's the No.12 day in the daytime.

I stood on a tree in the street and watched the pavement eat heads.

The man on the roof stood there for three days until his flesh fell off his bones.

The bones of children buried in the grass are playing with each other.

Each of them can fall asleep as if asleep.

At No. 12 days I saw every single one of them rot.

The eyes in the lawnmower are talking to me too.

Talking about the people who were stuffed in, talking about their crushed flesh and blood, layer by layer on the ground.

The girls there haven't forgotten how to sing.

Fingers on toast also clap.

I entered the playground through the manhole cover of the sewer, where the human head on the toy had just had its teeth pulled out.

Everyone still remembers.

Everyone has not been forgotten.

.

... ...

...

who am I?

Where is this place?

[The black thing still hasn't stopped screaming]

[It is peeled off layer by layer, peeling off deeper things]

[The hunter digs deeper with his hands, tearing something, and tearing something more]

[The luminous thing cuts on the black thing, and the black thing screams louder, while the darkness continues to tremble]

[Those things become like hands, trying to catch the hunter, wanting to tear the hunter apart, just like they tear other things]

[In the darkness, things other than darkness are not allowed to exist. The longer the hunter stays, the crazier the darkness will be.They will do their best to try to erase the hunter, try to eliminate the existence of the hunter from here, and completely remove it from here]

But can they do it?

[those hands stretch out]

【Those hands are constantly extending】

[The hunter is caught by the foot]

[The hunter is thrown to the ground]

[The hunter cuts off his hand]

[The hunter stands up again]

【The darkness is still boiling, the hunter can still see those red eyes】

I can see you too.

[The arm stretched out again, stretched out towards the hunter again, and then was cut open again, cut open again]

[Cut more and more black, glowing things]

Do I know that thing?

[Things that shine, cut those darkness]

[The black thing that was cut open and gradually dissipated]

【Even though it was nothing compared to the whole darkness, the black thing that disappeared just like that】

[The hunter is still approaching]

[The glowing things are also approaching bit by bit]

Do I know that thing?

Do I know you?

I know you.

.

...

On the stone pavement of the window sill stands the tower upside down.

Open the door to enter the water.

Everyone standing in the basement is breaking apart.

Everyone is mixing together shapelessly.

They form a home.

They become a home.

They say they are forming a family.

A home inside the stone.

broken.

In the end it was broken.

who am I?

It is still broken down to the deepest part.

Broken world.

I should remember everyone's original appearance.

Before they all rot and become the plants of this street.

Their faces fell off smoothly.

Frame it and hang it on the wall, and drink a glass of wine made from honey.

You can also whisper to the eyeball inside the wine.

【... Work harder... how about it? 】

[The hunter cuts off the arm, then speaks]

Who is talking to me?

【The hunter looked at the shattered fantasy, at the shapeless and distorted thing】

[He can hear those distorted voices]

【He can see those torn pictures】

【He can feel the polluted consciousness】

[How about trying harder? 】

[Cut those black things apart, and once again close the distance, then he opened his mouth and said]

Every landscape on the street is becoming more fragmented.

[Black things start to spread]

[The speed of those arms is getting faster and faster]

[The hunter is caught, the hunter is thrown down]

【Hunter's bones are cracking】

[The hunter is still standing up, still waving the glowing thing]

【Glowing, familiar things】

【Things that are always shining, things that are always shimmering in the dark】

Should I know that thing?

I am so broken.

Deep, still broken down to the deepest part.

Home has always been here.

Every bone in the wall is talking to me.

The chicken soup and the baby in the store are also chatting together.

The tendons connected to the toes in the torn packaging bag were also swollen together.

Everyone ushered in a perfect failure together.

The homeland was established after being buried together.

They rarely have the opportunity to invite new members into the mix.

Maybe... five times?

Even I must praise that banquet.

Everything has already ushered in failure.

Everything is broken together.

they have nothing

will remember.

【Try harder? 】

I don't remember the intact ones anymore either.

broken.

Everything is broken in here.

no longer exists.

Can't go back.

Even the tree and the dog on the corner have become one.

Those outside the street are still knocking on the door.

With every turn they make, teeth fall out of their eye sockets.

When the heads filled the alley, they learned to plant some grass on them.