In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
The wilderness night at the camp always brought a sense of novelty when a stranger arrived.
Nearly everyone by the bonfire was sizing up the middle-aged man and the young man, more or less subtly.
The young man threw his heavy backpack onto the ground with a thud, and everyone could tell from the sound just how heavy it was.
The middle-aged man made no attempt to help; instead, he simply found a rock to sit on and waited for the young man to start a fire and cook.
The girl always felt that this young man was not the kind of rich son described by her brother, but more like a servant to the middle-aged man.