Heaven Returns to Dream

There are cracks in the sky, and people are like floating catkins. I am the one left behind in the bloody disaster that destroyed my family. Behind you is your hometown that you can never return to, and in front of you is the endless darkness. There is a girl who remains unstained in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, saying that the world will fall. The sky weeps blood, and the "dark" crack that swallows all things is really across the eyes. She shed silent tears of blood and pointed at the crack: "Look... The sky is really broken." I saw the sun, moon and stars, this pure spiritual energy, this vast world of immortality... It was just a dream woven by heaven that was about to be broken. As for her and me, one is the "flaw" in the dream, and the other is the "person" who dreams. Now, the dream is about to wake up. Should we shatter together with the world, or... Go against the dream and rebuild a new sky for her, me, and the common people?