A pair of stone coffins hung in the darkness a few meters below the boulder. The coffins were filled with dense tadpole inscriptions. The mysterious lines showed faint light, making it seem to be out of the control of time and quietly waiting for the day when the sun came again.
"... dig, dig, dig, plant small seeds, bloom small flowers..."
She had been lonely in the outer stone coffin for many years, and slowly raised her head from the narrow space. She had not heard any sound for a long time, but now she faintly heard the song coming from above,
"It's awful..."
The space in the outer stone coffin is limited, so I want to raise my hand to cover my ears