The sky turned towards evening, with the wind blowing from the distant snow-covered mountains. Though it was midsummer, it felt refreshingly cool.
Yan Xixi slowly watched the layers of night colors rendering on the blue sky and white clouds, like a monochrome landscape painting—thick and thin, then soft lights gradually lit up in sequence.
This world was so silent as if distanced away from the clamor of the earth.
She turned on the television, there was an English program conducting an in-depth interview, discussing the recent crash. Of course, it was still various interpretations: conspiracy theories, weather theories... She silently turned off the television.
In this world, no one understood better than she did: it was clearly a huge conspiracy.
