fig. vacuous

An ancient cave, an ink and jade coffin, a green fluorescent lotus, a white man lying flat. On the coffin, a beautiful woman in yellow silk tied in a cloud bun, her body half dependent, her eyes red and swollen, her long hair hanging to the ground. Not far away, the human-headed, snake-bodied, half-concealed breasts of the City Goddess, Nuwa, gazed closely at the nearly black sky above her head. Outside the cave, human shadows covered the sun, roars and killings shook the sky, mountains and rivers were shattered, the firmament swayed, immortals and gods fell to the ground, an apocalyptic scene. If she could, she would have wanted to stand above that battlefield and fade away sadly. However, she knows that the only thing she can do now is to wait in this hell, waiting for the man to wake up, and then struggle together, to look up to the distant and brilliant starry sky. Step by step, look up to the sky