The Hongmeng is like endless ink-colored satin, wrapping everything airtight, swallowing up even the weakest perception. Time loses its meaning here, like eternal silence. I don't know how many years have passed, but a ray of light suddenly tore through the darkness. The light was not a violent explosion, but filled with the warmth and hope of the birth of all things, like a seed that had been sleeping in the darkness for hundreds of millions of years, finally breaking free and breaking out of the ground.
Concept: A fantasy world of sudden whims