Knowing is not Knowing
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The person lying on the stone bed had already been dead for many years. The belt on his waist made from the tendon of an Underworld python had utterly rotted away and lay broken into pieces on the bed. Somehow, his body hadn't rotted yet. Many cracks could be seen underneath the tattered cloth of the natural silk, covered in the old blood stains that looked as black as the ink; it was truly eerie.