When civilization is slowly collapsing, humanity is covered in dust, and the old order and warmth are being crushed bit by bit in the ruins.
Some people drifted with the tide in the long night, allowing malice to grow; some people held on to the remaining glimmer of light and insisted on trekking eastward in desolation and despair. This journey spans mountains, rivers and ruins, and faces not only a collapsing world and unknown crises, but also the most ruthless temptations and choices among similar people.
When the journey home is long and the night is still long, will you choose to become dust under the ruins, or will you hold on to the remaining fire in your hand and fight your way to the dawn of your own?
Or did you choose to bury your bones in a foreign land from the beginning?
Intention: There is still hope