The End of 522

522. There is no past, no memory, just like a meteor appearing out of thin air and then disappearing. This world has not experienced warmth. Will the next world do so? 522 Is my name and my only mark, maybe it is nothing. I want to pursue some things or stories that I have never had before, whether it is darkness or light, loneliness or happiness. . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.