"If winter comes, will spring be far away?" This is a famous phrase of the human poet, and the people of this age have forgotten its origin and author, but the belief that hope will eventually come has never changed.

Human beings are always full of paranoid beliefs about the unfounded belief that the extremes of things must be opposed to the extremes, and they will always believe that after dusk there is dawn, and after night there is day. However, this is only a partial view of the creatures living in a garden in a corner of the universe, and if human beings have the opportunity to stand on the infinite cold and vast cosmic scale and look down on all beings, you will find that the cold universe does not believe in such fairy tales, and the dusk is just the last sad song of all life, and then it can only be followed by a long eternal night.

Kellan had never seen such a fairy tale in her memory, she had felt the coldness and darkness of the universe since the vague appearance of enlightenment, when she was still trapped in the heart of a giant pulsar, a pair of unwatched people in the universe, and she was still asleep in the long years of digging deep into herself while other civilizations were fighting for resources and star fields.

The variety of splendor of the universe seen from the field of vision could not alleviate the long loneliness of Kailan's long years. In the great river of time, the initial energy imprint faded like yellow sand, and Kailan forgot a lot of things, but the only thing she couldn't let go of was this loneliness, the loneliness of self-pity that could not be resolved, a fiery desire, was left behind in every ganglion of Kailan, and was passed on - she wanted to escape, she wanted to break through.

Prophetic wisdom guided Kellan to escape from the core of the pulsar, but Kellan, who escaped from the birth day, soon found that the outer world was nothing more than a larger and colder prison, the universe was shrinking violently at an observable speed, the void and darkness were destroying everywhere they went, and all the civilizations that were touched, and the city-states that condensed infinite wisdom were declining and destroyed.

Aging and annihilation are despicable medals that cannot be concealed by the imprint on the inferior lifeforms, and all the self-boasting greatness and beauty in the face of death want the clown to put on a wig for the bald head, which only adds ridicule and laughter, this despicable state is unacceptable to Kailan, and only by living forever between heaven and earth can we witness the nobility and elegance of life. Considering herself proud, lonely, an independent prophet in the vast dark night, the only white and sober person in the garbage heap of the cosmic madhouse, she naturally would not choose to stay in the scenery and be with the gangsters.

If she wants to go, she will go to the farthest sky, and she will grow old until all the vast dimensions and worlds turn into smoke and grow old together. At this time, the moment of life and death in the universe is just the first step towards the vast expanse in her eyes.

Kailan stood in the empty center of the battlefield at the moment, the cosmic remnants that had lost their original orbits in the war, constantly moving in a circular motion around her massive body, flickering with a faint fluorescence, as if it were a halo above God's head. Kailan stood in the middle of the wind, his skirt flying, and the translucent tentacles that had been destroyed under the continuous attacks of the alliance flew like tulle, showing even more that Kailan's elegant body stood up to the sky and the earth.

The Key to Transcendence had been opened, the intricate lines knicked together, and the mysterious topology was rapidly changing, and Kailan slowly removed the tentacles of her carved runes, and her heart was filled with the joy of being a victor. The joy was so strong that even the disgusting feeling of looking at the carbon-based monkey in the field of vision was diluted by the joy of the moment, and she thought, it was just a little joke made by the Creator, a small blow before she went to the new world, so that this inferior defect would disappear with this cancerous world.

The energy ball tyrannically devoured all the energy around it, the universe was like a tablecloth held in someone's hand, the originally smooth curvature of time and space was pulled out of a large steep slope, and everything on it frantically gathered towards the center of the energy ball. To use a more accurate analogy, this can be seen as a replay of the Big Bang video of the creation of the universe. The former is the Tao that begets all things, and now all things are one. The cosmic energy around Kailan was constantly converging in the small ball in front of her, and countless planets were turned into ashes, and from a higher perspective, countless planets were forcefully twisted into strands of blue light, which continued to converge together.

Solid, liquid, gaseous. Big, small, regular, irregular planet. The yellow, black, and red planets that were like tuberculosis were now dimmed in the blue light, and were united into one color. The violently curled up space is like an invisible chariot driving these flying seeds to the dark and dead winter bed. Unable to break free, they gradually sank into the lowly and cold death of the tomb, and it was the death and decay of these lowly creations that made the bright path of Kailan on his distant journey.

Turbulent clouds and huge waves. The stars are like withered leaves on the ground that have been swept up by the wind, and the long lines of time and space are constantly flowing back and forth. The grandeur of sound has surpassed the limits of frequencies that ordinary living beings can accept and feel. Time and space were howling, blowing its loud horn, as if singing the last funeral song to the dying universe. There is no day in the world when the shuttles of the stars seem so frequent. From the most vague and distant edge of the celestial dome to the dense middle of the star field, everywhere flickering and swaying at a frequency. The network of stars that die quickly forms the perfect dome of a vast mausoleum on a cosmic scale. The power of all cylinders is condensed here, turning into poisonous flames and storms.

And Kailan silently watched all this happen, and he didn't welcome it. It is as if it were an indifferent bystander, listening quietly, in its unique awareness faculties, all of which are woven into a grand piece of music, and the universe is a crystal clear music box, which is constantly shattered inch by inch along the base in the ethereal performance. Although the inferior remnants of the alliance are still determined to change their minds, constantly attacking Kailan's outer shield in the process, Kailan no longer cares at the moment, letting the firepower shatter and destroy its outer wings, and letting those beautiful light feathers continue to wither, how can the phoenix be reborn without nirvana.

In Kailan's neural connections spread out to enjoy all this, all of them seemed so beautiful from a macro perspective, but the fall of every dust was accompanied by the sorrow of countless parasitic lower lives on it.