Hello, He Fei.
Hello, Gao Ai...
On an ordinary autumn evening. The sky darkened and became foggy. A day when everyone is sleepy, busy, aimless or gritting their teeth.
It happened, it shouldn't have happened.
Perhaps, this world already exists, but the ignored and covered dust is shaken off by unknown existence, like lifting the white cloth covering the old furniture.
Be it love, hostility, compassion, or silence. Finally, the god opened his eyes, and the believers staggered, fell down, covered their faces and sobbed.
Everything, from nothing, has become the norm.
Concept: Under the wheel, there is always a way to survive.