Rediscover the Dawn of a New Civilization

"Just call her 'Hope'." The mother's voice was hoarse, but with an unquestionable determination. Every word was like a chisel carved in the cold air, "Li Hope. Our child... She must be called Hope." We have survived the most difficult time, and we have survived... One day, our hope will be to see the sun with our own eyes. "The sun..." The old midwife repeated this almost taboo in a low voice. She remembered that when the "sun" finally went out (or when the initial devastating light radiation passed), the sky did not return to blue, but was covered by thick, eternal lead-gray clouds mixed with radioactive dust and burning ash. The sun could no longer penetrate this shroud of death, and only occasionally, when storms stirred the clouds, could a few sickly, bleak gleams shine through. The warm cradle that once gave birth to a splendid civilization has become a cold, desolate and huge cemetery full of invisible murderous intent. Bald Eagle, Hans Cat... These once-all-powerful names, together with their proud civilization, turned into a weak sigh in the dust of history in the initial flames of destruction and internal strife, together with their under-protected people. Only the rabbit, relying on the tenacity engraved in its bones, the foresight of "gathering food widely and digging holes deeply", and an ancient wisdom of finding a way out in desperate situations, escaped into this labyrinth-like steel womb deep in the earth's crust with its followers and precious fire of civilization. Hope..." The old woman murmured in a voice that only she could hear, as if she was reciting an ancient spell or lighting a weak fire. Live...