[Warning: This chapter contains gore, blood and disturbing details. Viewer discretion is advised.]
With her eyes closed, the expression of my mother seemed quite peaceful. If one could not see below her head, they would simply think that she was sleeping peacefully. As time passed, I simply sat there and stared into my mother's cold dead corpse. Gradually, a part of me from deep within my heart felt that the paleness of the dead body covered in the crimson-colored blood felt quite beautiful. It was at that time that I thought death was also a kind of beauty.
At the time, I had no awareness of the fact that I was actually dreaming. Actually, the dream itself felt so vivid that even after I woke up, I still could remember the details of the dream with no problems at all. As I sat next to m
