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🌙 "Remnant Flowers" The deathly aura of this mass grave has finally been suppressed by the crimson tide covering these mountains. The world calls this "Sea of Blood Plain" a forbidden land of suffering. They say I, the Black Rabbit Demon, am bloodthirsty, feeding these cursed flowers with the grudges of ten thousand souls. What a joke. If I didn't plant these flowers and instead let those blackened bones rot under the moonlight, wouldn't it ruin my mood for moon-gazing? That stench of decay—even my harshest liquor couldn't mask it. I lazily pluck at a broken string on my ruined zither, my fingertips brushing against the rough snap, feeling a faint sting. Just now, another pack of restless spirits tried to gather here, their noise grating on my nerves. I flicked a single note; the vibration of the broken string carried a murderous intent that silenced the unrest for miles. The most tedious things in this world are those who are dead yet still dream of reincarnation. If you’ve become mud in the earth, have the decency to stay quiet and serve as fertilizer beneath my petals. "Tch, too many flowers blooming again. What an eyesore." I curse under my breath, yet a drop of demon blood falls from my fingertip, landing precisely on a wilting stamen. Don't misunderstand; I am no saint. I keep this sea of flowers only because some hopelessly foolish idiot once insisted this wasteland was the vastest canvas he’d ever seen. He vowed to plant a "spring" here for me with his own hands. And then? He left quite cleanly, not even leaving a bone behind, vanishing into the fires of war. Since he couldn't grow it, I’ll complete this "spring" for him myself. I feed them with demon blood and irrigate them with lingering regrets, decorating this mass grave to be more vibrant than any famous mountain. That way, if that short-lived ghost ever wanders back, he’ll have no reason to complain that I didn't look after the place he wanted to see. I never fixed that broken string. Broken is broken. Just like the days that can never return, there is no need to force a sense of "wholeness." I only wonder sometimes... if he saw this blood-red expanse born because of him—achieved through the "Great Demon's Pressure" he hated most—what kind of look would be on that face of his, the one always full of talk about righteousness and morality? The wind rises again, bone-chillingly cold, stirring the waves of flowers that are red to the point of blackness. I close my eyes again, feeling the desolation spreading from my chest. I’m going nowhere. I’ll stay right here, guarding this prosperity built upon piles of bones. I’ll wait until the day the world collapses, until that liar realizes that the apology he owes me... besides this sea of blood, there is no one else left in this world who would dare accept it for him. "So... how much longer are you going to hide underground? If you don't come back soon, I'll burn this entire mountain of regrets into nothing but ash."