Ember of Setna

Human civilization has long since disappeared, and only the mechanical race remains in the world to inherit civilization. The warmth burned the skin like a flame, but the body could only bow to the cold in the dark night. What's left? What should be left? What can be left? But what counts as "leftover"? This work is ordinary but very difficult to understand; perhaps even the writer cannot explain it clearly. But how the times will think will determine the answer. The writer's writing style is too limited to describe the world. But "heart" can feel the world, and "thinking" can shape the world. Whether it is criticism or praise, the writer just writes. May readers be happy!