The land was hazy, and there lay a ruined city in the crimson rain, silent and lifeless.,Not far away, a dilapidated carriage lay stuck in the mud, its appearance mournful. The only sign of life was a discarded rabbit toy hanging from the yoke, swaying gently in the breeze.,Murky eyes, seemingly holding a trace of resentment, gazed forlornly at the mottled stones ahead.。