Who Would Dream of Fighting a Natural Disaster?

We are walking from the end of the Milky Way to the edge of the big dream. The waking state in which we sink is the dream, and reality is but the reflection of the abyss. In the Huanshu Cave, the bell tower of Misu is turning the city into a nightmare specimen - a gluttonous feast for natural disasters, and their gestures of chewing civilization are as graceful as poetry. Whose mechanical heart pumps the last compassion of mankind, and who travels through the folds of time and space to spread the cause and effect of chaos? When the mist separated the real and virtual latitude and longitude, the final chess players chuckled under the blood moon: Look, these fools walking alone into the abyss are composing the doomsday into the most magnificent requiem.