Dream Return

This moon is fake. If you wake up on the desk in the classroom, the blood-red moonlight outside the window is flowing through the test papers of the teenagers. I thought returning to my senior year of high school was a dream, but I didn't know that I was the savior fed by the dream. The space cuts bleeding marks on the skin, and the coins mark the price on the palm. Some people gave him a blade to tear through illusions, and some people gave him a desperate gamble—— Just to find the spark of hope for civilization before the red moon collapses. Now, touch that fateful coin: On the positive side, living in false youth; On the other hand, die to the sleeping truth. Your choice will be the last homeland of mankind.