In a world recast in ruins, should we choose to live or die?
When I woke up in the morning, I saw the shaky overhead light in the center of the ceiling. The dazzling light forced me to close my eyes again.
I had a dream.
No, it's not like an ordinary dream, it's more like it actually happened. To be precise, it should... Will happen.
That desolate land was deserted and without any trace of life. There was silence and loneliness all around. All I could hear was the pitter-patter of a pair of bare feet wading in the sewage, and then I lowered my head and caught a glimpse of the reflection in the water...
I was sweating and trembling for a moment, and I saw that my body was mutilated everywhere, my arms were broken in half along with my long sleeves, and disgusting rotting flesh could easily be seen, but why, why could I still walk on the road well?
I only have half of my head.
I'm not human anymore.
Purpose: To find the meaning and value of life
