The virus is raging, causing natural and man-made disasters, and the end is coming. When will the light of redemption shine in this darkness? Are the immune people really so lucky? The bird was locked in the laboratory in darkness, and from then on it never had the wings to fly. To avenge the darkness, become a shadow that blends into the eternal night
"Hell has no light, I will use my bones to light a will-o'-the-wisp for you."
Intention: Entanglement between life and death, mutual redemption