Writing Palace

Slowly he opened his bright blue eyes. Black reddish clouds from afternoon sunshine are what he saw after his eyes opened. Then he wakes up with his empty eyes see nowhere at that big plain. Even though tens, hundreds, even thousands dead body around him, he feels nothing. He raise his “bloody” hands through the sun.

Not far from him. A woman with unique rose fragrance sitting on a big rock. Her red charming eyes just see him with full of interest. Wind slowly blow her dark hair and she smiled little and wake to walk to him.
His eyes still empty and he like lost his consciousness...