The beginning of a dream, the starting point of rebirth. In the ruins of the doomsday, memory is like broken glass. Try to piece it together, but find that every fragment hurts your soul. The once beautiful memories are now nothing but endless pain...
Adults, please be gentle. It was a boring product that I came up with my friends at noon one day. I was not sure about it the first time. In fact, there is no main character (probably. I originally wanted to write a group portrait, and I was not sure whether it would be written incorrectly later.
Intention: To my dream