"Tens of thousands of black mists spurted out from the end of the earth. It seemed that all the light was swallowed up by the ink-like black..." Jiang Ziyin put down the notebook in his hand and gently touched the girl's head: "Have a good rest, brother is going out on patrol."
He walked out of the door. Outside the building, the sky was as dark as ink, with no light shining through...
Concept: What is the meaning of life? How insignificant human beings are in front of the world. Whether they can control their own destiny. Opportunities only exist in their own hands.