The sky is dead gray.
There is no sun, no clouds, and no birds. Even the sea, which once had blue waves, has turned into a pool of turbid gray-green stagnant water that exudes a fishy smell. The land sank, the cities disappeared, and human civilization was like a foam shattered by huge waves in a natural disaster that swept the world, leaving not even a trace left.
No one knows what caused this apocalypse. Is it the collective collapse of tectonic plates? Is it a fatal baptism of cosmic rays? Or has mankind's century-long industrial development finally touched the bottom line of nature, triggering a reckoning of destruction?
No one knows.
Because everyone who knows is already dead.
In the whole world, there is only an endless ocean and a dilapidated but sturdy small fishing boat floating on the sea.
There were only two people on the boat.
Zhang Yuxia, Tao Bin.
