The sea of sand as red as blood twists in the heat wave, the poisonous swamp as dark as ink evaporates with sweet miasma, and the hurricane roars like a dragon in the rift valley. A pair of footprints, deep and shallow, stepping from scorching heat to dankness, and then climbing up the dangerous peak of silence. The front suddenly opened up, and it turned out to be a paradise. The fields are fertile, the city is beautiful, and everyone is smiling warmly. But after looking at that smile for a long time, it looked like it was painted on. When the ancient scrolls are opened, the truth is like a biting cold spring - this perfect city was originally a silent shadow puppet that has been performed for thousands of years, trapping the immortal soul. The old man Tianwen stepped into the dim light of reincarnation. The girl watched and then turned around. Her shadow, and the countless numb smiling faces behind her, are about to open a crack leading to the real world at both ends of the ancient road.
