Farming Spiritual Trees and Grasses! (1)

The sun silently rises in the east, peaking through the canopy above as its morning light illuminates the land below, slowly dispersing the cold fog in the environment.

Within the corner of the cemetery, toward the darkness within the open pit that leads toward the unknown abyss, a weak sound of falling earth weakly echoed within, making one's scalp tingle upon imagining the unimaginable scene happening toward the darkness.

As if some corpse were silently making its way toward the surface of the earth!

Boom!

Soon, in the next minute, a dirtied hand filled with sticky mud peaked through the side of the pit, tightly holding the corner of the ruined concrete on the side as it dragged the heavy body toward the surface of the land...

Huff~

"Finally, the smell of the familiar cemetery... I miss you all."