Beloved little goldf

The sky was overcast, a canvas of gray and black, heavy with a sense of gloom. It seemed as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of paper, the ink seeping into the heavens and blurring the clouds.,Only mud remained, mixed with debris, dust, and paper, indistinguishable from each other, a sight that shocked the eyes.,Year squinted his eyes, in a blink, an icy chill swept over him from all directions, piercing through his tattered coat and invading his entire being. Gradually, it stole away his warmth.。