Terminal: Ash Earth Fox Ming,

Humans are gone, leaving behind a hot world. Radiation gnaws away at vegetation, wildfires burn homes, and the four seasons become a clarion call to death. I am Lingxi, a red fox pregnant with cubs, accompanied by four cubs who have not yet learned to hunt. There is no system, no salvation, only the wind on the tip of the nose, the strange sound in the ears, and the temperature of the noses touching each other among the ethnic groups. We looked for water in the ruins, took shelter in the radiation zone, and huddled together to keep warm in the cold winter. Every step is on the edge of life and death, and every cub's cry is the obsession to survive. The terminal of the old world has been extinguished, but the fox's cry will ring again above the embers. ——To all those who still want to protect the lives of their families in desperate situations.