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This is the silence of space, a place full of darkness and dead silence. A warship dragged its wake and sailed by. Its hull had long been dimmed, like a tired traveler. It can't stop, it can't find its goal, it has no destination, and it has no future. False sunshine shines on the false ground, and hypocritical people dance an illusory dance. Even if darkness comes tomorrow, the cat in the box will turn a blind eye. Angel, are you free today? Can you come to the rescue?