My Fantasy Friend

Do you believe in the end of the world? I often hear old people say that one day, those high gods in the sky will come to the world. They will come to drink our blood and eat our flesh. Alas, actually, I don't know what those old people are afraid of. In such a world where the sun will never see the light of day forever, it is better to worry about the immediate future than to be afraid of those illusory rumors. The air is mixed with deadly smoke and dust, and the streams are filled with bone-gnawing acid. The once prosperous cities are no longer suitable for human habitation. The dagger slides across your wrist, and thick blood drips, reflecting your reflection. "Long time no see, old man" My name is He Fan, and I might be dying.