This Tree Produces Flowers

He is a suicide note written at the end of the world. It is neat, quiet and beautiful, and every word is filled with tears. In the burning ruins, he stubbornly proves that civilization once existed. He was the postman who was ordered to tear up the suicide note. He was cold and precise. He had experienced the endings of countless worlds and had long forgotten the taste of pain. Until the data rose fell on the observatory, until the alarm roared when the fingertips touched - the suicide note began to be written in reverse, and the postman tasted the taste of love in the cracks of the rules. This is a love that begins with destruction. When the iron hooves of the fourth natural disaster trample the galaxy, only the World Tree that grows from the remains knows: some hugs can cross the torrent of data; some love itself is a reverse natural disaster. Conception:.