Fengyuan is no longer a paradise. If destruction and nurturing go hand in hand, perhaps without selfish desires, vanity, hatred, and cowardice, Fengyuan can still be called a paradise.
When desolation comes again, when the world becomes silent again, when dreams are shattered, people become more and more panicked and submissive, and the sky turns gloomy to give them revelations, telling them sadly that there will be no savior wearing silver armor and stepping on colorful clouds to come to rescue them. If you still want to be saved, pick up the bonds you have thrown away, tear off the mask of false smiles and hypocrisy, and ride on the wind.
Looking back suddenly, everything returned to silence, and there would be another guide, perhaps, it would tell them the vague appearance of Feng Yuan.