At noon on April 1st, Argan Prairie.
Sunlight poured down from a sky as clear as old blue cloth, falling over the yellow-green earth.
By the stream below the slope, several yaks slowly grazed on grass, their tails swishing lazily.
Several black tents stood in a sheltered spot not far away, with people scattered around them, some standing and some sitting. They varied in age, some strong and some young, but all wore only thin woolen clothes, their skin flushed red from frequent sun exposure.
Among them, a tall, muscular, dark-skinned man clapped his hands and laughed. "Today, our big family has gained a new member. Everyone, welcome her."
Under the curious gazes of the crowd, a woman in a robe patterned with stars walked over slowly and said, "Hello, everyone. I am the Key of the Moon."
"Key of the Moon? What a strange name..."
"A newcomer actually came to our tribe. How rare!"
Led by the tribe chief, the tall, dark-skinned man, the tribe members began applauding.
The man said, "Moon, that's what we'll call you. The names of our tribe members have all been simplified, so they're easier to use. You can call me Jie."
The Key of the Moon nodded in agreement.
A young girl with two braids asked curiously, "Where did you come from? How did you know about this place?"
The other tribe members also looked puzzled, because the formation of their tribe had been rather unusual.
In the early days of the Apocalypse Rules Era, some people who firmly believed modern technology could not save humanity connected with one another online. The most radical among them believed that to survive this disaster, humanity had to leave industrial society behind and return to primitive pastoral life.
So some of them gathered offline and chose