I’ve been in the countless war. I’m one of those ordinary soldiers whose lives are not important during a war. In the last war that I’d been to or should I say the last war of humanity, I died. But before I died, I fell in the strange ancient ruin that I couldn’t recognize. In my last dying moments, I saw the wall that depicted different figures positioned in a strange manner. I’d never thought that I could lift my eyes again. And never, even in my dreams, that I will see my parents again. … I have another fiction unlike my first one, im going to spend a little effort on this. Hopefully some readers will appreciate.