When the real apocalypse comes, how can we survive?
But for me, dying is a blessing. I finally don't have to worry about the pressure caused by things outside my body, and I finally have freedom.
Why am I still alive? Why bother getting along with others?
Now that the thing has been found, the apocalypse is coming to an end.
Then I can only ask you to die...
Intention: the end of the world