A Thought of the Galaxy Burying the Dead

The earth is a prison, and all mankind is a prisoner of untried sin. He used film to lock the starry sky, used sound spectrum to translate formation patterns, and stepped into the sea of ​​stars with a shattered cage. But he found that the person who should be protected the most was his old friend who had been looking for him for hundreds of millions of years... But he could no longer remember his face. When technology and immortality locked onto her at the same time, she pushed him away and turned into stardust in the sky. He stood up holding the blood-stained broken handle: I will bury anyone who condemns all sentient beings.