A nest made of machinery and energy, the hard work condensed by tears and suffering
The new king is stepping on the bones and blood of the old master, and mourners are scattered all over the deserted wilderness.
The bird is entangled in thorns and trying to fly, trapped in a copper wire cage with a tung leaf barrier in its heart
Destined, why not hate it for too long, recalling the scenery of the past and wandering in dreams
Mission: We all have a bright future