The city under glass is as fragile as a crystal ball
"Have you ever seen that kind of crystal ball that makes snow fall when it shakes? It's very similar to here."
Those were the words she said when she stepped out of the greenhouse for the first time.
The golden afterglow of the past still lingers in the horizon. What kind of era is this? There is no purity of prehistoric civilization and no vastness of the starry road.
When the boundaries between virtuality and reality become blurred, truth and falsehood become unimportant.
When the dove of peace no longer brings peace, only blood can pave the way to peace.
This is the wisdom of contemporary dangerous organizations.
Search for the meaning of existence and explore the buried truth
Intention: Don't lose yourself