She Comes from Terra

Interesting, marking this for later.

Meow, from Douyin! Keep it up, author!

I've never seen Greythroat as the main character before; you're the first I've ever seen.

Shal Fendnir Seventy thousand words, seven chapters, seven days, seven days. When the numerical scales coincide here, the laws of mysticism are fulfilled in the words at this moment. All who weep should be comforted. May all who have died find rest. Those who lose their way in the wind and snow will find a narrow gate. The people of Findnir built a high platform and lit a bonfire. They worshipped the heavens with a frenzied celebration, believing that flowers and hymns could secure eternal protection. On the seventh day, however, the celestial nails tore through the dome, and fire and ice rained down from the heavens. The deafening cheers instantly transformed into a massive burnt offering. Those fluttering skirts and petals have all become ashes burying civilization. This is the path to salvation, and the beginning of sainthood. The painful story unfolds here, and the ruins of Fendnir bury the initial helplessness. However, tens of thousands of years ago, and billions of years ago now! The nails falling from the heavens are not the end, but the beginning of a burden. Ladies and gentlemen, the door is open. Those who forge ahead should stand amidst the wind and snow, gazing up at the towering structure. You should enter through the narrow gate.