Doomsday: Why Am I Asked to Save the World?

# Doomsday#Single female protagonist#Highway The dark clouds diagonally above were torn apart by the strong wind, like a giant's open jaws, and the sun's hidden brilliance under the endless clouds set a golden frame on the boundless black clouds. The skylight falls from the clouds, like Maria's fallen feathers, soothing and kissing the pain of this incomplete world. The city fell into a long sleep or, more accurately, death. Blue and purple wildflowers grow from the dry cracks in the earth, extending from the edge of the city into the wilderness, like the roots of ancient trees. "It's beautiful." She leaned on his broad shoulders, and the wind lifted her hair, hitting his face and the tip of his nose. He didn't respond and she just stared at the setting sun in the distance. She seemed to be used to his silence. The light gradually dimmed, the light became thinner, and the giant's jaws seemed to be stained with blood. The remaining bonfire was swallowed up by the howling wind in the wilderness. The dim yellow darkness filled the eyes of the pedestrians, leaving only the orange-red light shining on their faces through the cracks.