There Is No Evil in the World, Just Making Moves

On the vast expanse of land, there are dark clouds and low pressure, and a feeling of suffocation emerges. Come. There was a black shadow in the distant sky, which everyone saw as small as a mustard seed. The clouds were as thick as a city wall, and I felt like I was being besieged by thousands of troops. Underneath, the wall slowly cracked. A white light caught in the gap exploded, straight and solid The thick clouds like golden city walls dispersed in an instant. All I could see was that the sun was shining on the earth through the cracks in the dark clouds that escaped outward. As time goes by, the gap gradually widens until it reaches thousands of feet, and the "golden light" shed is magnificent and sacred. In the end, the sun fell on the big river like a long golden river falling from the sky. Above the ground. "This sword, named, flies down."