The Long Night of Blood Rain: the Eternal Fire

The day the blood rain fell, no one cared. The radio said it was extreme weather. Everyone goes to work, buys groceries, and picks up their children as usual. It's not raining heavily, it's warm and a little sweet. Some people get caught in the rain, go home, take a shower, and forget about it the next day. Later I found out that the rain took away three people. For the next five years, they lived their lives as usual. Occasionally have headaches and occasionally have insomnia. Later, everything was separated by a layer. That morning five years later, they woke up at the same time. It is no longer them who wake up. It's doing something quietly. Five years later, they arrived. I thought I would see a living city. What I saw were darkened windows, locked doors, and an empty street. As they moved forward, something became more and more wrong. They thought the country had escaped. This country just changed its way and continued to exist. Someone was telling children history in the air-raid shelter. Someone was passing hot meals in the trenches. Some people work in three shifts to make bullets. Someone was carrying unknown people out of the ruins. No one feels like they've done anything great. They just feel that their part cannot be left empty.