The Black Sun Approaches the Star, and I, on the Verge of Death, Gain a Mythical Form

When the hanging canopy is obscured by night, the blazing sun that illuminates the sky is cut off. This is a disaster, but people who are addicted to urban prosperity are not aware of it at all. Under the dark sun, in the darkness that is not illuminated, are there monsters in people's imagination? Above the prosperous sky, are there gods overlooking the mortal world? In this undercurrent corner full of night, are there walking extraordinary people unknown to ordinary people? The collapse of human civilization and the resurrection of the great gods. In this moment of mortal mourning, a mortal was witnessed ascending the steps beyond the gods. The stars turned into cinnabar that adorned the god's clothes, and the night surrendered to celebrate his enthronement. He surpassed the gods and accomplished the feats of mortals, and the endless night made way for him. He looked back at the people and gods who looked up to him. The cloak of night was billowing on his body, but he was weeping at the road he came from.