Isaac's Little World, Brown Village,
In that forgotten corner, there lies such an ordinary yet solitary little village.
The entire village is filled with low houses, as if bent by the weight of time, heavy and pressed upon the Earth.
In the distance, the unending mountains and dense forests appear like the spine of a giant beast, looming with an unyielding majesty.
The houses in the village are all roughly built with coarse wood and hard stones, looking quite shabby.
It seems as if a slightly stronger wind could blow them apart.
Chill seeps through the cracks in the walls, recounting the hardships and struggles of life.
On the roofs, a few broken tiles press against the withered thatch, swaying precariously, ready to fall at any moment.
Adding another touch of sorrow to these already fragile homes.
Most houses in the village are in this condition, as if covered in a gray, gloomy tone.
