For the past few days, it had been raining continuously in Ajaccio, and finally even the sea seemed to be wet. The incessant rain, thick and sticky, pelted down the bay from the heights of the seemingly never-drying sky. The sea was like a gray, soft sponge, rising up in the confused bay. However, in the continuous rain, the surface of the water did not seem to move; there was only an imperceptible, wide oscillation from afar, raising a hazy vapor on the sea. No matter which direction one went, it seemed that all one breathed was water, and the air was finally drinkable.
His Brother is Napoleon
Sci-fi · Skytuhua
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