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Thick armor, Crash the floors. Smoke and dust are everywhere, The ruins cheered. The arrival of the battlefield gods. The artillery fire from Dakou Sutra is flying, Shot down the vulnerable hypocrisy. Trampling on everything, Across the cracks in the city. Behemoths collide with each other, Sparks flew everywhere. Fanatical and silent, Even the flames, They all watched with bated breath. The lightsaber pops up, Spill the engine oil. The blood is boiling, Mechas are born to fight. They disdain neon lights, I just want to walk in the shadow of the giant beast. Let the devil's blood Crown your fresh coat of paint. In this age where giants are rampant, their reflections, That is the true nature of human beings. The coldest machine, The wildest animal nature, Demonstrated to the fullest.

The relationship between consciousness and matter, is it dream and reality, or virtuality and resignation?