In Lanta's steel tomb, he was an ant struggling in the dust. In order to survive, he tried to exchange his blood for a ticket, but lost his last warmth in the meat grinder of fate.
When the world crushed him into mud, a door to divinity burst open behind him.
There is no hymn to the savior here, only a man who has died once, looking for the final chapter of his repose between God's chess game and the ruins of man.
"If it is dust, then it will be dust. Let the dead rest in peace and let the living move forward."
Purpose: If you had the power to change the world, but every intervention might bring worse results, would you choose to be an indifferent god or a miserable person? This is a grand tragedy about responsibility, empathy and sacrifice.