In the dark depths of the universe lies the purest future. First person narration, a person I have liked for a long time, a doomsday love that cannot be expressed. The earth defends its dignity and faith that cannot be invaded in a destructive manner. "I have planted it so many times before, and you have overindulged it. Why do you still want to harm others?" "Everything is always possible. I may plant a plant and give it to you when the time comes?" "Wait until you can feed it." At that time, when I was young, I had a very pure idea. I just wanted to find a place to plant a hyacinth garden. Then, in the distant future, in a world where humankind's fire is burning across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and when the setting sun is pouring over the land, I want to give him a hyacinth. (Situational fiction, short story, does not involve too much physics knowledge, don't comment if you don't like it)
Intention: Human faith will eventually overcome the dislocation of time