When the gray fog swallowed up the 37th parallel universe, all the survivors heard the sighs deep in the starry sky. The foggy continent under the gaze of the blood moon is a cage carefully woven by the rulers of the past - the branches of the withered forest will suck the memory, the gears of the steam city chew the reason, and those awakened ones who glimpse the mystery of the sequence in their madness will eventually hear the hymn of cracking their own bones when the potion boils.
The magician Merlin came to this desperate place with a mysterious parchment. In his left hand, he held an emerald bracelet that could temporarily purify pollution, but his right eye reflected the growing black hair. When the first bottle of "Secret Peeper" potion burned in his throat, the twelve bronze doors suddenly opened deep in his consciousness, and what seeped out from the cracks in the door was the call of Grandma Hou who disappeared three hundred years ago...
Every gray mist here is a living cognitive filter, and every drop of magic medicine deposits the remains of civilization. Some people were reborn through sequence promotion, and more people turned into humanoid crystals when their extraordinary characteristics were separated. But all the survivors are pursuing the same legend at the end of the fog - gathering the gears of time from the seven spiral bell towers can open the rift back home before the blood moon swallows the continent.
