| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<Golden Toad Ance |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2026-01-23 10:52:44) |
The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,According to my memory, I came to the outer room and lifted the lid of the rice jar next to the stove, peering inside.,On the contrary, the ball in space, after absorbing white light, seemed to have grown a circle larger.。