A lonely ship sails on the sea,
It neither seeks happiness,
Nor do I run away from happiness,
It just sails forward,
Below is the calm blue sea,
And above the head is the golden sun.
——Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov
When Amelia woke up again fifty years later, she thought she had arrived in Canaan, the promised land flowing with milk and honey, instead of such a hell on earth.
From the unlikable protagonist to the supporting characters, it's just a story brought about by imagination. Don't tell me, I don't think the story is even likable.