Man's Last Journey

(Pure road novel, no golden fingers, no superpowers, no zombies.) The shrill air-raid sirens were accompanied by bursts of despair coming from above the city... The sudden flames of war spread like vines. The blazing civilization is like a pebble thrown into the bottom of a lake by a young child. After a few fleeting ripples, it sinks silently to the bottom of the lake, never to be heard again. The scorched ashes dance passionately in the heat wave of the explosion, like a never-ending dance... The cold extreme wind is like an orchestra, and the scorching fire is like a musical note... The frantic black butterfly dances wantonly on the blood-red earth to the rhythm of despair... The heroic epics and wise men's utterances that have been carefully sealed on parchment for thousands of years have now become the cheapest fuel in this ultimate carnival... The shredded paper carrying thousands of years of wisdom rolled, soared, and disintegrated in the heat wave, and finally used the most gorgeous dance to sing the last elegy for the entire human civilization... ——Civilization will eventually turn into ashes, and history will eventually turn into ruins. And where should the two lonely souls who met in the snow wind go?