The weather was fine, the grass grew, and orioles flew.
A ray of warm sunlight fell upon Old Yu Street, shining along the eaves onto the four numbers "1818."
The bright light blurred the view, as though giving the room an insubstantial haze. An unreal beauty and warmth slowly spread.
A hand quietly pushed open the door to Room 1818 with ease, as though its owner had always belonged there.
From spring's perspective, there was only that hand, reflected in an Old Yu Street that clearly defied all common sense.
"Shh..."
Someone silenced the world.
Scorching and restless, uneasily throbbing.
Fiery gold shone down from above, falling along the eaves onto the four numbers "1818."
The dazzling golden light scorched the view black. The hazy halo concealed most of the scene; excessive brightness instead created a darkness that obscured everything.
Something seemed to kick the door from inside, producing a faint sound that was swallowed by the light.
From summer's perspective, Old Yu Street could not be seen. Everything had already evaporated away.
"Hiss..."
Someone drew a frightened breath.
Sharp and grim, beneath clouds thick with menace.
The shadows cast by dark clouds blocking out the sun stretched long, falling along the eaves onto the four numbers "1818."
The autumn wind swept up dust, making the view murky and indistinct. Dust filled the sky, turning the room into a mysterious place. What hid behind the dust was about to reveal the truth.
Several shadows appeared one after another behind the door. One came out, one went in; one went in, then another came out.
From autumn's perspective, the shadows that came one after another to Room 1818 seemed to slowly vanish into Old Yu Street.
"Hm?"
Someone made a sound that resembled a questioning challenge.
Silent slaughter, empty and wordless.