Falling into the foggy doomsday
There are tall buildings that are hidden, and there are green trees.
There is temperature, there is dryness and wetness.
The world is vast.
But there is no life, no noise...
But three dimensions are three dimensions.
Three dimensions that move and sound.
Something strange arose in the silence.
There will definitely be more than just these weird things behind the foggy corner
An enemy? Is it a friend?
Or a passer-by?
The weirdos in the doomsday are all poor people who can't find their past.
"The more I peer into the future, the more I lose myself. I peer into the future in the light and shadow, and gradually become a part of the light and shadow."
Intention: Life is like a fog, and only after walking through the mist can you find the truth.
