The End of the World: I Can Control the Poisonous Mist

The poisonous fog tore the world apart, and humans gasped in steel and fire. He used the poisonous mist as a cocoon, sealing the last tenderness of the world, and lived alone in the swamp until he encountered the sweetness that could dispel the poisonous mist. Memory is the kindling of fire, and flowers bloom from poisonous soil.