Ever since I was born, the sky has been gray. The dazzling light of the lighthouse hits the rain and windows. Through the special glass, the light is strange, mysterious and dangerous. The white edges are rimmed with green, like the eyes of a wolf.
The light of the lighthouse lights up, symbolizing the daytime of human civilization. At dawn, people hiding in buildings and underground cities start to get busy. The light hits people's faces, pale and powerless, day after day. It is always raining outside the window. Those dangerous rains, pattering, have been falling for a hundred years.
Human beings have been driven under the dome by themselves, and they have to wear heavy protective clothing when going out to prevent being burned by the ubiquitous radiation.
The sky was gray, even a little green, with heavy rain and thick clouds like another dome.
No cp, first person, doomsday
But there are the same factors, self-protection from lightning.
Newbies on the road, everyone Haihan
Mission: Humanity is immortal and the lighthouse stays bright