The gray clouds are in the sky, and the end is coming.
Suddenly, the animals changed into a ferocious dragon head that was hundreds of feet tall, a fire-breathing lion, and an elephant flying over the walls. Cats are no longer cute, and you may die with one pink paw. Dogs are no longer loyal, and they want to eat people and then be quick.
The willow tree no longer hangs its hands quietly, its light and fluttering branches can beat a person's skin and flesh like a diamond whip; the pine tree can fly thorns hundreds of meters like pear needles in a rainstorm, and the red roses represent no longer beautiful love, but more terrifying red than blood.
Everything, every moment, symbolizes the coming of the end, not a movie, not a dream.
When everything comes, when animals and plants are the children of the earth, and humans are the bottom of the biological chain, what choice should humans make?
Intention: Even if people are at the bottom, even if they start over, they must move forward courageously.