"Your Majesty, you once said that the human race is chosen by heaven and is the hope of the future, but I feel that they have excessive desires and cannot balance the blessings of heaven. And you will also perish. If you follow my footsteps, you can gain eternal life. Aren't you willing?"
"The human race will prosper, and I will live forever."
"Really? Then we will see, my lord."
Humanity has finally eaten the bitter fruit of destroying the world. The whispering ghosts are gifts from God, and the falling sunset is God's grace. God said that they were born of desire and have been wandering in the light since the beginning of creation. But, what about us humans? Are we who have been abandoned still remembered by Him?
Intention: We are our own gods