The khaki-colored roads, the dark brown houses, the rusted steel frames stand coldly, and there is only a perpetual gray streak of sky between the narrow streets. Is it a city, or an industrialized ruin? The Industrial Revolution brought us an era of rapid advancement—perhaps too much. The development of science and technology is constantly beating us like a whip. The speed of industrialization has reached a level that the world has never seen before, and we are still being whipped and dare not stop moving forward, and even breathing time is not allowed. Humans can do more and more things, but human beings are less and less able to feel happiness. It seems to be running forward desperately without control, but no one will tell us where we are running. The industrial age has arrived, but what about after the industrial age? When we lose faith, we lose our future. There is no "ultimate concern", just a hopeless void. The more advanced the technology, the more desolate the soul. The question that has puzzled philosophers for thousands of years has never been more difficult to answer. Where are we from? who are we? Where are we going? The self-proclaimed "rational" human beings are most proud of, and the definition between themselves and the world has become absurd and ridiculous. The world that should have been harmoniously integrated with it has become a materialized "tool" like a disposable lunch box. When the world loses hope, it can only fall into despair; when there is only despair left in the world, what it will inevitably face in the end is destruction. God is dead. Then the whole world died. Like many worrying SF's gloomy predictions about the post-industrial era, the world shown in the film is also gloomy and decadent: the severely deteriorating ecology forces people to use huge "eggshells" to lock themselves in so-called cities, Survive on self-deception. But even in this huge bird cage, the sky no longer has any color. The iron brown of the metal, the gray of the cement, this is not a forest of reinforced concrete, this is a desert of reinforced concrete, so oppressive that people can't breathe. However, those who live in it have placed Ruosu, living in this numbing air, unchanging, focusing on "today", focusing on the road in front of them, and no longer caring about the stories that happen even a stone's throw away , ignoring abstract terms like "the meaning of life". Forget the legend, forget the history, "gradually forget the time, and be forgotten by the time". Maybe when they will forget their own existence, right? History became legend, legend became myth. Unfortunately, this was an era when myths were worthless. - Maybe not just myths, too many other things have become worthless, such as dreams, dignity, beliefs, the meaning of life. Indifference is the most poisonous medicine. It numbs your body and mind, and eventually corrupts your soul, but you don't realize it until you become a walking dead. What is a person? What is the world like? People have forgotten the harmony they had when they first became part of this little planet, that they were one with the world. The result of using sharper and sharper swords to separate yourself from the world is that your soul has lost its sense of belonging, faith has lost its homeland, and the mind has been wandering and not knowing what to do. One could be numbness, another could be hopelessness. The endless battle between nobles and nobles, for reasons not explicitly mentioned in the film, bombard the already devastated world into an even more devastated appearance. Against the background of black clouds, the flying machine with its fangs and claws like a spider, the blood-red death light, and the cruelty of the way humans treat the same kind is unbelievable. When human beings are desperate, they will use the same kind as the target of venting their anger? No longer have firm beliefs, no longer have beautiful dreams. Outright scrambles and slaughter for petty profits that are insignificant even in their own eyes. Stealing what the other party sees as precious for turf, authority, or even just to show off, doesn't care what she means. It is human beings who have fallen out of paradise and have forgotten their beliefs and their dignity and pride as a wolf. It is human beings who dyed the red and white moon with killing and opened the death prophecy of the Book of the Moon with madness. It is man himself who closes the gates of Paradise with envy and hatred, with deformed possessiveness. It was not any other force that killed the world, it was man himself. Unfortunately, this is an era when myths are worthless. - Maybe not just myths, too many other things have become worthless, such as dreams, dignity, beliefs, the meaning of life. Indifference is the most poisonous medicine. It numbs your body and mind, and eventually corrupts your soul, but you don't realize it until you become a walking dead. What is a person? What is the world like? People have forgotten the harmony they had when they first became part of this little planet, that they were one with the world. The result of using sharper and sharper swords to separate yourself from the world is that your soul has lost its sense of belonging, faith has lost its homeland, and the mind has been wandering and not knowing what to do. One could be numbness, another could be hopelessness. The endless battle between nobles and nobles, for reasons not explicitly mentioned in the film, bombard the already devastated world into an even more devastated appearance. Against the background of black clouds, the flying machine with its fangs and claws like a spider, the blood-red death light, and the cruelty of the way humans treat the same kind is unbelievable. When human beings are desperate, they will use the same kind as the target of venting their anger? No longer have firm beliefs, no longer have beautiful dreams. Outright scrambles and slaughter for petty profits that are insignificant even in their own eyes. Stealing what the other party sees as precious for turf, authority, or even just to show off, doesn't care what she means. It is human beings who have fallen out of paradise and have forgotten their beliefs and their dignity and pride as a wolf. It is human beings who dyed the red and white moon with killing and opened the death prophecy of the Book of the Moon with madness. It is man himself who closes the gates of Paradise with envy and hatred, with deformed possessiveness. It was not any other force that killed the world, it was man himself. Unfortunately, this is an era when myths are worthless. - Maybe not just myths, too many other things have become worthless, such as dreams, dignity, beliefs, the meaning of life. Indifference is the most poisonous medicine. It numbs your body and mind, and eventually corrupts your soul, but you don't realize it until you become a walking dead. What is a person? What is the world like? People have forgotten the harmony they had when they first became part of this little planet, that they were one with the world. The result of using sharper and sharper swords to separate yourself from the world is that your soul has lost its sense of belonging, faith has lost its homeland, and the mind has been wandering and not knowing what to do. One could be numbness, another could be hopelessness. The endless battle between nobles and nobles, for reasons not explicitly mentioned in the film, bombard the already devastated world into an even more devastated appearance. Against the background of black clouds, the flying machine with its fangs and claws like a spider, the blood-red death light, and the cruelty of the way humans treat the same kind is unbelievable. When human beings are desperate, they will use the same kind as the target of venting their anger? No longer have firm beliefs, no longer have beautiful dreams. Outright scrambles and slaughter for petty profits that are insignificant even in their own eyes. Stealing what the other party sees as precious for turf, authority, or even just to show off, doesn't care what she means. It is human beings who have fallen out of paradise and have forgotten their beliefs and their dignity and pride as a wolf. It is human beings who dyed the red and white moon with killing and opened the death prophecy of the Book of the Moon with madness. It is man himself who closes the gates of Paradise with envy and hatred, with deformed possessiveness. It was not any other force that killed the world, it was man himself. Fighting and slaughtering for petty profits that are insignificant even in their own eyes. Stealing what the other party sees as precious for turf, authority, or even just to show off, doesn't care what she means. It is human beings who have fallen out of paradise and have forgotten their beliefs and their dignity and pride as a wolf. It is human beings who dyed the red and white moon with killing and opened the death prophecy of the Book of the Moon with madness. It is man himself who closes the gates of Paradise with envy and hatred, with deformed possessiveness. It was not any other force that killed the world, it was man himself. Fighting and slaughtering for petty profits that are insignificant even in their own eyes. Stealing what the other party sees as precious for turf, authority, or even just to show off, doesn't care what she means. It is human beings who have fallen out of paradise and have forgotten their beliefs and their dignity and pride as a wolf. It is human beings who dyed the red and white moon with killing and opened the death prophecy of the Book of the Moon with madness. It is man himself who closes the gates of Paradise with envy and hatred, with deformed possessiveness. It was not any other force that killed the world, it was man himself.
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