Man is the descendant of desire.
Inheriting the desire to survive, humans are born as humans. Then there was a desire for great power - and war broke out.
In the short period of stability, all kinds of desires gathered and expanded.
Blood and tears are covered by the desert dust named the end.
The scattered flesh and blood will be eaten away, the wandering souls will be displaced, and the glorious city-state will eventually turn into dust.
The last last.
What can we have left?
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CP: Main body cloud