The Madman Has a Fit, and You Call This Reality?

The world is false, and humanity has been reduced to a pack of dogs.

When your family, classmates, and friends become monsters, and the burden of restoring humanity falls on your shoulders, can you carry on the torch of humanity's legacy?

Have you ever imagined that in this vast world, there might be no place for you?

Have you ever imagined that beneath the dazzling neon lights of the city, danger lurks everywhere?

Human pioneers lie buried deep underground, while beneath the bustling city streets, only piles of bones remain.

Today, I wield the butcher's knife. I cut off the past, bury the darkness, and open a new chapter with my own hands!

No one knew us while we lived. No one noticed when we died. Only after we were gone could we finally rest in peace.

We are birds without feet, drifting through the darkness, knowing neither where we came from nor where we are going.

Souls, O souls, return to your homeland.

He was sick, terribly sick... No, perhaps it was the world that was sick!

Truth and hope endure, before dawn and after the first light.

This is one man's elegy, and the epic of a people.

Thousands of years from now, this epic will live on forever. Let our descendants judge our deeds.