Legend of the Abandoned Prison

Outside the Border City, within a desolate and inconspicuous deep valley, more than ten fully armed Soldiers stood on guard, surrounding a crevice in the rock wall.

Though the winter at the Border was not harsh, deep within these mountain ridges, all one could see was a quiet expanse of withered yellow, with even the midday sun failing to bring much warmth.

The howling cold breeze swept up the withered grass, entering the crevice in the rock wall without an echo.

Light as feathers, the withered grass silently skimmed over the twisted gap, drifting towards the deep abyss, some halted by the rock wall, others falling away from the airstream. In the end, a blade of grass, curling as it spun, elegantly flew into the ancient ruins, passing through a doorless entrance, gently landing on a man-made floor tile.

The next moment, this piece of withered grass was rapidly blackened, then turned into ash-like residue, becoming an inconspicuous part amongst the dense stains on the floor tile.