This is a letter home to the lost.
Whether it is an old red and blue car bumping on the road in the 1990s, or a war-torn road to find their roots on the border, they all have only one destination - home.
There is no grand heroic epic in the story, only a few teenagers struggling in the tide of the times. They used a pair of scissors to cut a way out, and resisted the desolation with the words "I am".
The world is desolate, but we are each other's home.
Purpose: "A belated letter home, written to all the lost teenagers."