Many years later, he had a dream. He saw a dark sky, fragmentation, vicissitudes of the earth, and the howling wind and sand. He was walking alone, familiar with the scene, but couldn't remember where it was. He saw a river of blood, and he felt it was alluring and beautiful. He saw a group of corpses, some of them, some of them, some he knew, some he admired, some he didn't recognize.
Later, he saw a tombstone, standing alone on the ruins of the ruins, with his name stained with blood engraved on it.
I don't know when he woke up, crying, but not sad. He didn't understand why he was crying, and he couldn't remember the dream.
He murmured something, softly, like a sigh.
[This is the starting point and the end point.
An experiment, a conspiracy, and greedy hearts pushed the world into despair. A lonely child, carrying a heavy burden and forcing a smile on his face.
He is light, but he is shadow. They are only looking for a truth, a desperate truth.