Stone Age

This is not the prologue of a doomsday movie, there are no meteorites falling from the sky, and there is no zombie siege. It was a slow, almost suffocating drowning. The pyramid of civilization begins to decay from its moist base. Order, ethics, and even human nature itself are undergoing the most severe roasting in the shrinking living space and increasingly thinner oxygen. So, the migration began. The grandest, saddest, and most absurd migration in human history - not heading for the promised land, but being driven and pushed by the rising cold salt water, staggering towards the high ground, towards the cold, towards the thin sky. From the rooftops of skyscrapers to tents on the hills, from the hills to the temporary settlements on the plateau, and then from the settlements to the legendary last "pure land" on the roof of the world. A road paved with despair. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.