This is a decaying world, with cracks growing in the void, and terrifying alien species descending on the world.
Weak humans live in the cracks, and despair and grief spread among the crowd.
"It" opened its huge mouth and dragged the world into the abyss inch by inch.
"It" sighed softly, causing civilization to fall into madness step by step.
Some people say: "This world is hopeless, and humans can only wait for death. Instead of fighting, it is better to accept fate."
The world is in ruins and fate is cruel, but there is always a group of people who refuse to accept their fate.
When true despair comes to the world, a young man stands on the scorched earth, letting the strong wind lift his windbreaker, his eyes like bright stars, facing the unknown fear.
On his shoulders are countless human lives;
Behind him is a world that is about to collapse;
In his eyes is the last flame of hope for civilization.
His face was calm and his voice was cold: "Open your true eyes, ask the gods... To die."
