Wandering Alone in the Starry Sky

The prelude to the tragedy of civilization has already sounded, the horn of war has sounded, cast with bones, a ten thousand-foot high platform, an iron-blooded stage, you, me, him, have no regrets. Ghost Face, put it on, I am an interstellar traveler and a leader of civilization, take it off, I am an ordinary member of the Blue Star, the successor of the Red Republic, and the unnoticed wanderer around you. In the mortal world, what they see is just me performing gorgeously in the center of the stage, but what you see is me in real life under the ordinary appearance. Tossing and turning, lonely souls wandering in the stars, guided by civilization, followed by disasters.