Non-Deity's Theatrical Whispers
After the crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization stagnated. From that day on, people were no longer able to manufacture a single rocket, nuclear bomb, airplane, or automobile... The pyramid of civilization, built upon modern science, collapsed in an instant, and the disasters were far from over.
The gray world descended with the crimson meteor, like a ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of chaos.
In this era, human life was as insignificant as dust; in this era, humanity shone brightly like the stars. As the great edifice was about to collapse, some saw an actor standing tall atop the ruins of civilization, wearing a crimson robe like blood, laughing and weeping at times. The curtain of the era slowly opened behind him, and he spread his arms, whispering softly to the weary multitude—
"The great show... begins."
