An Imperfect World

That day, the blazing sun collapsed. Its light faded and never appeared again...

An endless twilight descended, and thick darkness filled the world, like a boundless abyss bent on swallowing everything in existence.

Daylight had become a distant memory, surviving only in stories passed from one person to another.

Across the vast desert, the wind howled and sand flew like hidden weapons, piling up a person's height across the ground.

Gusha Village, a tiny settlement of just twenty or thirty households, seemed like a corner abandoned by time. In the gloom, its scattered mud-brick houses were little more than vague outlines.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.