The Vanishing Nightmare of the Original God

"Even if I have been trapped here for so long, don't you still understand? You have failed a long time ago and have lost everything I have lost!" "I" moved at will, and the chain made a series of harsh sounds. When the sound stopped, "I" slowly said: "Even if I lose, I still have the distant night sky with me to protect the endless loneliness..." "So that's it," the voice seemed to be full of expectation and hope, "Then let me see your last trump card." "I" raised my head, my hair lifted up without any wind, revealing my left eye. There was no eyeball in that eye, and a blue-purple aura was stirring inside. "I" said slowly again: "All of this is destiny, just like the falling of stars, irreversible..." "I" paused, his right eye full of memories and vicissitudes, "And we, falling like stars, leaving a moment of brilliance in the night sky, will eventually turn into powder and dissipate in the universe. A few years later, we will start from scratch again..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.