Deep Sea Breathing Rate

After the end of the world, humans huddle in the deep sea. I thought I had escaped the doomsday, but instead I built myself a more exquisite tomb. Here, survival is debt. Every breath is priceless, hopes are cataloged, every dream requires permission. Everyone's tomorrow has already been decided in several completed scripts: some are heading for the stars, some are falling into deep sleep, some are about to migrate, and some are falling into the deep sea. Every script, except for the established protagonist, is just a victim. However, these people who are about to be sacrificed have no idea that they have been pre-scripted, and they have no way of knowing the content of the script. Humanity does not have an either/or path. When the entire civilization is voting on "how to live", some people only care about how to truly live like a human being? This simplest question has become the most dangerous betrayal of this complex era. From the darkest pipeline in Deep Sea City to the decision-making center for the survival of human civilization, he carried his sister on his back and embarked on a path to redefine hope and dignity. "People can move toward sacrifice rationally, but they cannot be deceived and pushed into the abyss."