Doomsday hegemony
Carving youth on the bones, slowly walking out of purgatory, vowing never to look back. In the billowing smoke and dust, his thunderous shouts made the world tremble; in the wind and rain, his quiet virginal smile was just for a belated hug.
I cried and laughed, and had no regrets.
On the road of evolution step by step, the hero is tea and the hero is wine. I believe there will always be one that will create a monument for him under the setting sun.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
