The air is filled with endless screams, the odor of burning hair and (hat)cloth(,) and the baked bread fragance as well. Like dolphins, the yukkuri fireballs jump and roll around in all directions unnceasingly. Panic-stricken, they head toward their cardboard houses, where their mates haven't been lit (yet).
The air is filled with endless screams,
the odor of burning hair and (hat)cloth(,) and the baked bread fragance as well.
Like dolphins, the yukkuri fireballs jump and roll around in all directions unnceasingly.
Panic-stricken, they head toward their cardboard houses, where their mates haven't been lit (yet).