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Silent heart, frozen pulse. The storm of doomsday swept across the world, and the flames of doomsday burned and cracked the long-dried tear glands. Human nature is wrapped in a thick layer of cuticle, cocooned in darkness. Human kindness is like fire, making the desperate moth bloom into beautiful "flowers". Wearing a hypocritical mask, he fell into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Your betrayal caused my broken heart to fall into the abyss of loneliness until it became corrupted. Is this a natural disaster that has no end, or a man-made disaster that never comes to light? Doubts about the end of the world lead to a tragedy of destruction seven years ago. This is a game that has spanned seven years and has stayed with me until now. After countless intrigues, I discovered that the walking dead seemed cuter... The Forbidden Garden - a concentration camp for lunatics...