Falling Iron: the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy from Scratch

The Star Dome Train roars to departure, and the broken galaxy is waiting for the cruise. The boy woke up in an empty laboratory, and outside the window was the lingering sound of antimatter [destruction]. Destruction is like a flood, reproduction is like a nightmare, The Milky Way is like sand, and the journey is like poetry. This time, you control the direction of your destiny. "I only hope that this trip will eventually lead to the stars." Yu: Fuck you, a plot about the Black Tower Space Station that takes less than an hour has been stuck for who knows how long! Entropy: ... Just practice more.