It's a very warm female voice.

As soon as people hear it, they will hear the smoke from the kitchen, the warmth of the stove, and the sweet smell of roasting Datura fruits.

The little girl's eyes widened.

Realized it was my mother's voice.

It was the voice of my mother who had died in the plague long ago and was buried by my father with his own hands. The corpse was covered by a carpet of bacteria, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of colorful gauze, and it was still so beautiful!

"Do not be afraid, my child!"

A second voice came from the vibrant corpse mountain.

It is a deep, firm and tough male voice.

When people hear it, they think of hard work and sweat, hearty laughter, a back as broad as a mountain, and arms thicker than the trunk of a mandala tree.

This is dad's voice.

He held her tightly in his arms until she couldn't breathe, and told her that there was nothing to fear, that the plague would soon pass, and that they would definitely be able to survive.

He was spitting at the sky, shouting madly at the pile of corpses, encouraging all survivors to fight to the death against the damn plague.
Chapter completed!