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An abandoned plane, the place where the gods belong after their death, the end point of all things, under the background of death and sinking, an order unique to this world is born.

If you are not alive, you are dead, but whether I am a skeleton is considered dead or alive. It is inexplicable. Why do everyone seem to be so malicious to me? I don't want to appear here. You ask me why I created so many skeletons? Please, please, I don't feel safe! There are quite a few of you!