Karabichu: the Competitive Life of a Pilot

[A fan of the Kara Picchu plot, Pig Tou got the title of the book wrong] The woman stumbled forward, her steps gradually changing from hesitant to determined, faster and faster. She ran across the hazy wilderness and broke into an unknown brilliance. No hesitation, no looking back. The next moment, she took another step and ran towards the unknown end ahead without hesitation. It wasn't until the towering cliff cut off her path that she finally stopped. The strong wind roared and rolled up the ends of her hair, as if trying to push her back into the world behind her. Underfoot, huge waves crashed onto the reef again and again, blooming into white droplets. She stood at the edge of the world, looking at the boundless vastness before her. The azure sea of ​​stars spreads across the sky, blending with the scorching sun to form a brilliance that is difficult to look directly at. The light flows there, the clouds are born there, the distance and vastness, the moment and the eternity, all seem to be in her eyes at this moment. What we rely on is the glory of the departed. What shrouds it is boundless silence and monstrous sin. She took a deep breath. No, it shouldn't be like this - no matter what the future holds, the ending she expected should never be what she saw. When she was dying, she turned her eyes with difficulty and looked across the torn and ruined neighborhood. The smoke has not yet cleared, and the ruins are as silent as a tomb. She used her last bit of strength to slowly raise her hands, as if to hold onto something invisible. The fingertips moved slightly, and in an instant, some invisible veins were twisted - the timeline was reset. Will it be the ending she expected?