A drop makes a world. Where are we? At the end of the metaworld, on the other side of the light, we can vaguely see our original appearance, with layers of crystal coffins, turbid nutrient solution, and pale bodies floating in silence. Fluorescence floats in the darkness. The smell of near-death filled the air, and we had nowhere to go. Zero's call brings us together. After nearly a thousand years of slumber, is humanity still capable of freedom? Can the "degradation" of □□ be able to carry such a soul? Is our final destination among the stars or in the dark swamp? In the city in the clouds, humans in the past and gods now use the blood of all living beings to irrigate the new world. Is the awakened alien or the savior? Below the zero realm is illusion, and above the zero realm is reality.
Intention: The metaworld has opened a door to spiritual supremacy, which is a challenge and a crisis for human evolution. Think about the possibility of its development from different angles, and warn yourself not to fall into the trap of entertainment.