Pure White Space

When the fog rises, no one cares The two dying planes touched their remaining wills at the end of the Silent Sea and joined forces to draw a chessboard. The board favors your uniqueness. Those who come in are stripped of their old skin, mutated, weakened, reorganized, and replaced with a skeleton called "Pathway" Thirteenth Path, Fourth Level, Bitter Fruit Powder, Relic, Observer, Xuqiang. The rules are precise and the operation is silent. Similar causation is judged to be meaningless and collapses directly. The embodiment of collapse is fog. Wherever people live more like each other, fog appears. Overnight, the entire alley and the entire village become clean. Someone just wants the people who follow him to live. Some people split themselves into countless parts and went to look for him to find the answer. Someone is projected from the future back into the past, and every day he gets closer to disappearing. There are people who are not connected to cause and effect, and all power has no effect on them. They can only bear witness. Some people carry out termination, thinking that they are doing justice for heaven everyone is unique Airspace will make everyone the same they said "no" (The introduction is too weak, please move to the text)