When the end of the world comes, a seed takes root and sprouts, grows through hardships, and rises in troubled times.
From being fragile when it sprouts, to being able to block out the sun when it reaches the sky.
It uses the dead as its soil, swallows the energy of all spirits, and produces fruits in the world - if you eat it yourself, you can gain all kinds of magical powers; if you give it to others, it will be the fuel of life.
The black rain cannot wash away the evil in the world, and the purple light cannot penetrate the turbidity of the human heart. Only the tree that grows in the sea of spiritual consciousness, silently, catches the entire collapsed human world, inch by inch.
