On that day when snow fell at the equator, mankind finally recognized the truth of the prophecy.
Not burning but freezing, the sun fell into a long slumber after three flares.
The white hell of minus 80 degrees Celsius covered the ruins of civilization. The survivors huddled in the cracks of steel and concrete, clinging to the remaining warmth of the old era.
Lin Mo knew the deeper truth. Before the Arctic Ice Core Laboratory was destroyed, he took away the buried data.
The data revealed that this glacier was not a natural evolution, but the ripples of a precise space-time interference.
While others were fighting for a heating battery, Lin Mo was deep in the ruined library, piecing together coordinate fragments from another time and space with his frozen fingers.
His goal is not to escape, but to go.
Go to the starting point of the first ripples, even if there is darkness deeper than the glacier.
