In the summer of August, at dusk, thick dark clouds surged in the sultry air, and a storm seemed to be brewing deep in the clouds.
In the library, faint smoke drifted through the layers of bookshelves, past the thick, dusty books, and enveloped Einstein's wise and compassionate eyes on the wall. A small radio was lying on the table, and a deep voice from an unknown person came from it. In the noise, the voice could be clearly heard repeatedly saying: "War... Sacrifice... Counterattack... Victory..." And other similar words.
Suddenly, the sound of the radio suddenly stopped, and then a shrill alarm broke through the deep silence, which sounded like the wail of a ghost.
A tower of death burning with flames rose high on the earth, the sky opened, and a fiery eye opened in the middle of the clouds. Countless ghosts howled and surged out from under the tower, flying to every corner of the city. Wherever it went, everything animate and inanimate disappeared, leaving only burning fire.
In the library, the great ideas of mankind that had been condensed between the bookshelves for thousands of years were reduced to ashes at this moment.
The hot summer also comes to an end at this moment.
Summer is over, but what comes next is not autumn.
We have a word to describe the long and severe winter after this catastrophe, it is called:
nuclear winter