The red moon hangs in the cracked sky, and the ancient land is intertwined with science fiction debris and wild jungles. Alienated spores are floating in the air, totems made of bones are whimpering in the wind and sand, and the remaining humans use caves as their nests, lingering among the rust of machinery and the roars and thunders of beasts. She woke up from the cracks in the crystal, with interstellar genetic codes flowing in her body, and she could summon broken stars in her palms. When the alienated tribe breaks down the last line of defense, and when the sleeping ancient machine opens its scarlet eyes, she must carve a way out between the wilderness and science fiction, weave a rope against fate with star skeletons, and ignite the glimmer of light that illuminates eternity on the ruins of civilization. This is the ultimate game of light and darkness, and the fateful entanglement between ancient times and the future.
