This story is about the girl who is transformed into a blade and a firewood, about the lies and tragedy in the doomsday, about the helpless parting and the redemption that will eventually come.
Beautiful girls posting pictures are civilized (*￣￣)
"In the second hundred thousand years since God created man, human civilization reached its peak. The kings of the earth went to the foot of the snow-capped mountains one after another. The golden cups dedicated to the gods contained the flesh and blood of their kind. The sky was dyed dark red. The gods were horrified by this and wanted to send down divine punishment. The pure white branches and leaves decayed, and the people lost the power given by God. The mountains and rivers no longer resonated with them, and the dark branches and leaves brought a curse. There are no humans on the ground anymore."
This is a story that remains in Song Shuyuan's memory. A hoarse and lazy female voice spoke slowly. But what story is this? Song Shuyuan did not read it again anywhere. I didn't hear that voice again.
Until she saw the newly unearthed documents, the broken stone slabs were printed with words she should not have known, but she read them with trembling. Just like in memory.
Intention: I will abandon the illusion of the past and embrace the life that belongs to me.