Xie Jin woke up from the deep sea state of more than a hundred years and fell into a world like a virtual dream.
There are strange lights, lights piercing the sky, and long tracks filled with huge footprints deep in the mire.
Asura cultists in the fog, godfathers holding Bibles, technology is made of all mysteries.
As the wall of human fire falls, the bells ring and the worms invade.
Civilization is full of shackles, the end of the world is longing, illusions are shattered with artillery fire, and misfortune collapses.
Ignorant people use ferocious saws to cut off the strings of fate, but now they choose the world to sing the praises of suffering with the sounds of nature.
Concept: When the pink blue sky is shattered, the light purple clouds are within reach for us. Let us believe: dreams are real, and the prosperity of the world in the dust is also real. We are like children lost in the forest. Our mother cannot find us. We are fragile.