Under the blue dome, every piece of soil of human civilization is buried with myths that have been passed down for thousands of years. They are either pious chants in awe of heaven and earth, or magnificent fantasies carrying longing - in the end, they have all become ethereal legends in time. When reason dispels the fog, who will still firmly believe that gods really exist in the world?
I used to be so indifferent until that day when I witnessed with my own eyes the gods who could command the wind and thunder and control nature.
Perhaps our ancestors never lied, and those so-called "miracles" were actually what they saw and heard. But such a transcendent existence should have been sleeping in the dust of ancient times and should not have come to this era dominated by humans. And when miracles broke through the sky again, human beings never showed any nobility and piety - what was first exposed was the wildness deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and the greed that has never been extinguished.
But gods never let humans slaughter pigs and sheep. When humans smashed the illusion of reality in their greed, the situation has been reversed, and the offensive and defensive momentum has quietly changed.
