[Micro-group statues + gods + non-traditional apocalypse] "The dawn suddenly stops, and the sunny day shoots the fish cover." We used it for ten years, they waited... Three hundred years...
Sometimes I have been thinking about why people come and go. This road has been open for three hundred years, and where does it go? At that time, I only knew that with friends by my side, it was three thousand days of leisure and relaxation. Following their footsteps, I could achieve little and make a difference...
Later, we went our separate ways for the same goal, and meeting each other again became a luxury. In the end, it was "you have not come back yet"...
It was not until later that I understood the meaning of people coming and going. In the end, there was only one sentence left in the empty world: "We will win in the end, regardless of the process.", And I was the only one left...
