| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<Golden Toad Ance |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2026-01-22 14:44:18) |
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.,On the contrary, the ball in space, after absorbing white light, seemed to have grown a circle larger.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。