This is the best era, with the most convenient transportation, the most democratic politics, and the most comfortable lifestyle; this is the most desperate era, the most comfortable lifestyle prevents and accelerates the degeneration of the will, the most democratic politics causes partisan disputes, and the most convenient transportation cannot stop the wings of death. Environmental pollution, moral decay, this world, like all the ripest and fullest fruits, has moved towards the point of inevitable corruption. War, plague, deception, death, they spread across the world like wings. Tens of millions of people die every day, their bones piled in the ground, and their souls ascending to the sky. The unwilling souls lingered over the city for a long time, parading in sorrow. Those little bits of silver light belonging to the soul have become the best decoration for a city that is always in the dark.