Wish You a Happy Death and Travel Back to Modern Times from the End of Blood Cross

The cry of the baby in my arms pierces the darkness, He bowed farewell to the disintegrating stars of the world. Once the only hand that could tear people apart is now holding up the dying civilization, The world behind him is like a tide, and he is walking in endless darkness, Witness, eternal death. It's dark this way, but the light is beautiful.