Apocalyptic wasteland literature, an imaginary world view, no cp. Light group portrait
In the fifteenth year of the apocalypse, mankind has finally stopped kneeling on the ground. The dangers of the Dead Walker and Green Silence still exist. The milestones of mankind begin to roll forward, whether it is destruction or rebirth.
Sacrifice and death are normal, but learning to accept the departure of those around you is a difficult task to learn in a lifetime.
There was always an empty spot in the once six-person team.
Until that day, the silver-haired boy I picked up was a relic and a shadow that was forgotten and picked up again by the world.
Intention: To live towards death, darkness under light.
