The World Cup was torn in half.
Outside is the strange and deformed Pandora. The rusty red mist is wrapped in the wriggling flesh and aberrations. The acid moss corrodes every inch of the land. The source of dust spreads the half-human and half-crystal curse in the wind. The wails of living creatures and the roars of the aberrations are entangled into a noose.
Inside is a dome, a transparent barrier that separates the stench and blood. It is the only society of humans in the world, and it is also a society that has been changed by the world of passion. No one can tell whether the energy of this "pure land" is stained with Pandora's blood.
On one side is the struggle of exposed flesh and blood, on the other side is the hidden existence in isolation, and the source material crystal is beating at the junction of light and dark, like an unexploded heart hanging above the two worlds.
I hope you all like it. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
