Villagers run blurred across a vague flat 土地, fleeing a set or country infested by Nosferatu. There is a flying plague in the 空気, which came in by boat in a bunch of ミツバチの巣箱（複） yesterday, down in the now-empty 町 at the end of the long, yesterday-dried river, a floating route that once led to the bloody sea, and now is used as a mud mine by those local porcelain makers still alive and able to make a living.     これを知った死者たちは群れ集い、 私を殺しにやってきた それぞれ名目は違っても理由は一つ