Under the huge Gothic spire, under the huge colorful painting depicting the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor and his Angel of Death, the old man stood at the end of the colorful glazed window, staring at the darkness with his aging but bright eyes. The light of the stars twinkling in the distance was reflected in his eyes. In this huge hall, there was only silence like the void.
The light of the Milky Way shone on his black robe, without reflecting a trace of luster, as if it were the same as the darkness itself. Only the silver pendant hanging on his chest reflected the cold light, the letter I...
Concept: How will mankind choose after a thousand years?