He built domes to protect tens of millions of people, but also allowed more people to die on the migration journey. He stored enough food for five years, but he also squeezed out the last grain of rice among the people. He created this warm paradise, but he also created more hell.
Is it bound?
Maybe they were bound, but they were tied together and sinking.
Chickens crow in the distance - chickens raised in the dome, using artificial lighting to simulate day and night, so they crow on time.
It's almost dawn.
Zhu Changxun opened his eyes and took one last look at the world outside the glass.
Then he turned around and walked towards his palace where the sun never sets.
Behind him, the first rays of morning light hit the glass. The light passes through the three layers of glass and refracts colorful colors, casting a small rainbow inside the dome.
Very beautiful.
Like tears.
