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When the world falls from the sky
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The universe is vast and boundless, with countless planets, each uniquely beautiful. I have always believed that no matter how poetic the words, they cannot fully capture even a fraction of the mysterious charm of each planet. Each one is unique and beautiful in its own way, making them all the most wondrous miracles in the world. For example, this beautiful aqua planet, while not the most beautiful, is an indispensable part of our story and a crucial protagonist.
That year, many significant events occurred, none of which were insignificant for humanity.
We are a community of destiny, and we have chosen to unite against the enemy. But what if we fight alone? Will we move towards survival or destruction? The prophecy of the Maya people is not for show, it's just not accurate enough. Who could have imagined that the doomsday rumors of 2012 would actually come true in 2060...
In the 1960s, technology reached unprecedented heights in human history, civilization flourished, and everything seemed to be thriving. And I, Rang Lang, am a diligent and ordinary creator in this great era, fortunate to become a member of the High Creation Association because of my persistent love and faith.
I believe the meaning of life lies in love, so my pen should convey Light and Dreams, Romantic and aesthetic.
I used to think that as long as I am true to my heart, I can easily depict all the blueprints I long for with my pen. I once loved this world so much, I even fell in love with every blade of grass swaying in the wind, every delicate and colorful little flower, not to mention the bright moon, the shining sun, and the sparkling stars. All the visible beauty in the mountains and rivers makes every "me" so happy.
Just 180 days ago, everything changed, or rather, the world ecosystem constructed by humans collapsed easily. The doomsday alarm rang, and its footsteps grew closer. The calendar tells me there are still sixty-six days until we should celebrate the new year, but should I really smile?
Will we all still sing and dance? Everyone must know—66 days later, 2060 will end, but 2061 will not begin. Everything will end, and so will humanity.
Humans are such intelligent creatures. When they were weak, they understood the importance of revering nature and constantly pondered evolution. Yet, humans are also such ignorant beings. When they became powerful, they learned to relentlessly exploit nature without a shred of gratitude.
I received this secret letter, can you guess what I'm thinking? Of course, if I can't say it out loud, I might as well write it down. Unfortunately, my not-so-clever mind can only come up with methods from decades ago. I must clarify, at first, I was just a bystander, quietly observing them.
I see everyone, those who are in control, and those who remain silent. Of course, not everyone is a master strategist, but it's not necessary to wear a mask and pretend to be ignorant. In my eyes, they are all elegant, composed, calm, flawless, and each has a talent for performance.
But I am very clear that they are not untainted lotuses, but a group of timid people who gather together to struggle as their last resort!
It's so simple, a piece of cake. They asked me if it was okay, and I said "no!" I saw these ugly realities, and then I saw even more, a large number of people who are about to fall into trouble without knowing anything about it.
Those who, like me, are making ordinary efforts to walk their ordinary path. Before I made a decision, the stunning success of my new book "Dreaming of the Moon in the Floating Life" earned me various literary award nominations, and I was hailed as a "contemporary genius writer," which not only brought glory to the association but also pride to all the creators of this country.
People pursue me, praising me to the skies. I seem like a savior, offering people much comfort with a hint of sweetness in this high-pressure era.
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