Global Spirituality Era

"Classmates, it's foggy." "Let's look back, to the AD era, when people took it for granted." "But the world is still running as usual, the traffic is still rolling forward, and the hurried steps are non-stop. No one knows that a strong wind will blow from every corner of 30° north latitude to the edifice of human civilization that has been built for a long time." Trembling, scared, bracing. "Children, the building did not overturn. On the contrary, it became stronger in the wind and became more transparent in the wash of the rain." Choking, light, courage "The end of a beautiful era is the beginning of a spiritual era." "The strong winds of the Spiritual Wind Age left everyone covered with bruises." "The downpour of the Spiritual Rain era extinguished the hopes of countless people." "The brilliance of the Clear Sky Era makes everyone feel that life will get better day by day." "Those of us from the old days always hold on to the past and refuse to let go." "On May 7th, Year 25 of the Spiritual Era, the era of clear skies ended and fog began to form." "Classmates," she choked, her face pale, she picked up the chalk tremblingly, turned around and faced the blackboard. The mist surged, like tiny tentacles tentatively sliding into the classroom. "Classmates," she said, "we—" She choked up and couldn't speak at all. Finally, she used all her strength to write on the blackboard: "get out of class is over——" All the fog poured in and the lights went out.