On Zhu Ling's seventeenth birthday, she sat alone in front of the window, waiting for the sun to set over the horizon and darkness to swallow everything.
So, she witnessed the change happening.
The sky turned into pale pinks and blues, shimmering with iridescence and filled with pure white stars. The ground turned into a mirror with rippling water, and the world beneath my feet seemed to be distorted.
Blood no longer flows from people's wounds, and pure white birds struggle to jump out of the wounds and fly into the dreamy and unreal sky. Every passing life will turn into translucent rainbow foam and disappear without a trace in the next gust of wind.
She saw everyone panicking, and more and more people turned into bubbles and dispersed.
The world is being torn apart, the world is being sewn back together.
Human beings finally understand their own insignificance.
They became sinners exiled by "God".
But they will change the world and make everything the same as before.
I've changed my outline. I don't know how to write an introduction, so I'll hang on to it for now.
I won't clear mines anymore, I'm lazy.
Thanks for watching.
Intention: Positive and uplifting.