Under the sky, there is nothing but the king's land.
This is how the story always ends, she thought.
Everyone is trapped in this land, unable to struggle or escape. They can only watch it devour themselves bit by bit, generation after generation, endlessly.
When did it start?
She kept thinking about it, probably from the time she saw that warm red, she also wanted to peel off the mud shell on her body, become the blue clouds in the sky, and become the unfettered long wind.
Later, she discovered that under the clear wind and clouds, there was a raging sky drum that was constantly rolling, splitting people's skin and flesh to pieces, and causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. Then why not use this torn flesh and blood to build a ladder leading to the palace in the sky - better than the blue clouds, better than the sun and the moon, better than the all-encompassing universe.
Remarks:
1. Ignorance, please do not delve into it.
2. HE, 1V1
Purpose: Personal struggle creates a better life