The walking dead, the green world, the ghosts... They are just the same destination by different routes.
Resurrection of loved ones, immortality, supreme glory... It's just a mirror.
When your destiny is not under your control, what's the use of jumping as high as the fish out of the water?
However,
Friends,
Miss you so much.
I have variables in my hand,
Let me see behind all this horror,
Is there a glimmer of hope!
Intention: struggle and adaptation, conspiracy and conspiracy, the bloody truth makes everything ridiculous