We once lived in a gilded cradle, overlooking the rules and trampling on the heaven and earth.
After deciphering the mysteries of life, there are endless morning dawns, and death is shut out.
We are wandering in virtual dreams, staring not at the starry sky, but at our own glorious reflections.
Until the sky roared, we fell from the altar and were forced to embark on an embarrassing escape.
The "Ark" carries the selected souls, and the "Extraordinary" shoulders the destiny of guiding the future.
Sinking into the cold belly of the earth, hiding the fire in the womb of steel.
We bury yesterday and erect silent tombstones in the name of reason.
The barbarians on the earth write a new history with their lives. They call themselves new mankind.
The underground burrowing rats use embers to guard the lost glory. They call themselves the Night's Watch.
The lost civilization is maintained underground, and the poems of thorns are carved on the ground.
Twin flowers growing from the same root face each other with swords, treating them as enemies.
No one believes in that bridge made of flesh and blood.
Those who consider themselves sober become traitors to their homeland, and the moment of choice finally arrives.
In a lonely place without the song of birds, it is not for victory, but for survival.
Is this a monument to wisdom, or another continuation of arrogance?
2025.0921
Zombies, mutations, biohazards, natural and man-made disasters, wasteland, no superpowers
Motto: Someone has to step forward
