God said that there is no despair in this world, but countless souls are tied to plants, enduring hundreds of years of wind, snow and loneliness. They cannot choose to survive, let alone die. They taste despair in endless suffocation, but they vaguely remember that they were once human beings.
And who are those aliens who travel around the world in human skin? They not only want to take away human skins, but also want to take away human worlds.
Perhaps, many people were waiting for my salvation, but I knew nothing about it until I saw the direction in the Snow Tomb of Cold Lake.
More than ten years of loneliness have made me taciturn.
Until someone came from the fairy tale door and awakened the color of my life.