You may have seen the Earth in space looking down at the sunrise, when golden red fills the clouds, when Klein blue collides with alum, and the first bird flies over the Reed Lake. Please open your eyes again. Thousands of spiral tall buildings and mechanical explorers poke their heads out of the mist. The dusk in the sky has already slowly flowed without end. Now the spaceship I am riding on is passing through the mist, and what I am drifting on is the dawn that is approaching.
Mission: Human destiny is unpredictable
