The tango of candles from lighted matches will not extinguish the fire of love
Rows of flowers stretch into the distance against the background of a red sunset
A picture of a girl from the game looks into the camera and holds a weapon
The girl with the dagger looks piercingly at the background of the fire
Don't look into the barrel of the tank, you can be left without an eye
The portal is open. Ghosts are flying into the wild
A pair of cardboard danbo men warming themselves by the fire