Broken Pages

I once walked here and taught them to think about the weight of history, but it was erased in the illusion called "peace". The world has forgotten me. Steel and radiation have created a new cemetery, human beings are locked in iron laws, and capable people are imprisoned under a chip called "control". They fight for the scraps of survival in this wasteland, but they don't know that this is just the last carnival. I looked at Li Zhizhan, the young man trying to embrace the world in a pool of blood. He thought he was saving the tribe and fighting against arrogant humans. He even thought that coexistence was an ideal that could be touched. He didn't know that every line he recorded in the "New Century Diary", every speech he gave on his way to death, and every photograph with a frozen smile was just the most fragile screw in the precision gear, accelerating towards the already doomed end. The truth is hidden in the cracks of history that have been deliberately erased. When the memory begins to break, when the "god" is watching coldly from the edge of the dimension, when the spine of the planet is about to be completely broken by the things in the sea of ​​stars - the boys and girls he regards as his companions are walking step by step towards the wasteland where I once stood in an extremely tragic way. Coexistence is their most beautiful last word. And I can only watch you quietly and make the same mistakes again after you forget me.