Although the surface of the earth is littered with corpses and riddled with ravines wherever the twilight reaches, the survivors know that the sun will still rise tomorrow.
Although the sky is still blue, the land is stained with blood.
The breeze blows through the greenless hills, mourning the abyss.
Clouds were summoned, trying to hide the ruins burned by wildfires.
But beneath the cold ashes remain the last sparks of fire that will bring 'tomorrow'.
This is a blackened dream.
Start of a story, not the end of the story.
We'll see you tomorrow.
See you again.
Good night, after this long night, dawn is coming.
Good night.
Good night.
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Demining: It may be revised many times, and occasionally the plot will be weird.
The copywriting is useless, the name is useless, don't expect it
Motto: Don't play with fire
