Bologue opened his eyes to that familiar sight, the scenery he'd see every time after he died.
The dead sun, the dead stars, the dead, lightless world.
Amidst this bleak starry sky, there was one celestial body that hadn't lost its luster, with dim flames drifting upon it, stubbornly burning, and one day it could reignite once more.
Outside this gradually kindling celestial body, countless shattered rocks wandered, and Bologue gazed at it all from afar, standing on a gray-white land, uncertain whether beneath him lay similar fragmented rocks or a faint star due to his own limitations.
Traversing the unbearable gray-white wilderness, Bologue finally arrived at an open-air cinema amidst the desolation.
Sitting on a small chair, he patiently awaited, and after a while, the movie began.
First came a burst of stirring music, followed by the slowly emerging title, but Bologue couldn't make out the inscription as if it had been intentionally blurred.
