The End of the World

A quaint and eccentric card covered in mottled patina. Limbs recast from granulation, bodies resurrected from death. The heads of gods cover the sky and the sun, and the fields are poured with blood. Should I die? Am I okay? That is the whisper of the Creator, and the mysterious world is gradually tearing apart the veil of mystery! ! ! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.