"Three hundred years ago, the nightmare of light and heat came to the world. It broke the cells and put the inheritance on hold."
"How can the descendants of bees be seen again when they are hiding in the mantle of the earth?"
"A hundred years later, like an egg breaking out of its shell, Beetsville has transformed our wings, curled up our waist, and stood out from the ground."
If the day is a painful separation, then the heartbeat is the reunion of the night.
Maybe my day has meaning. If my day has meaning, it is all for the encounter with night.
If your pain is for the happiness of most people, are you willing to be a savior?
If your love is for revenge, can it be called love?
Different paths at the end of the world, how humans will give birth to the future.
Concept: The confusion, fear, and new life that life science and technology brings to us
