As the red sun set and the blazing sun rose, a series of disturbances arose in the woods.
The first to start were the rustling sounds as the giant red leaves in the air visibly shrank at a visible rate, with the originally splayed serrated leaves curling up like scrolls into bunches.
At the same time, those slender, drooping willow branches, like blood vessels, were rapidly losing water and their bloody hue, turning into long strands of withered hair.
Even the bushes and thorns were retracting their leaves one by one, turning into clusters of dry branches.
The black earthworms quickly burrowed back into the ground, while the blind insects fled into the crevices of dead wood.
The sprawling tortoise retracted into its shell and embedded itself in the earth.
The lizards on the tree trunks quickly turned around and scurried down into a tree hole disguised by bark.