In the Age of Catastrophe, I Recycle Garbage in the Wasteland World

The end of the world is coming and civilization collapses. A bloody setting sun shrouded the ruins. This is the dusk of the era. Also Dawn's Prologue Those skyscrapers that were monuments to civilization, now only have twisted steel skeletons left, like the bones of dead giant beasts, telling of the glory of the past. In this hopeless wasteland world. How do you build the last fire of human civilization from the long memory of the dead. Be the first ray of dawn that tears apart this long night.