On a foreign social media platform.
The forums were in an uproar. People could not understand why the sky had been red lately, or why one or more beams of red light had pierced the heavens two days earlier.
"What the hell are our officials doing? Why haven't they come out and explained anything yet?"
"Explain what? Tell you the end of the world is here?"
"All flights have been grounded. Damn it, I can't go home! I want to go home! #sobbing"
"Get lost. What's wrong with staying here and dying with us? Life's hopeless anyway."
"+1. Life's already hopeless. What difference does it make where you go?"
"Same as the person above. I suddenly feel like there's no hope in life either. Living hurts so much. The sky being red doesn't affect my life at all. Mostly, I just think living is exhausting. Everything costs money. If you don't work, you have no money, and without money, you can't survive. Living is too hard. Why don't we all just..."
"+1!"
For some reason, as people chatted on foreign social media, their conversations suddenly veered down the road to despair.
Some people thought this was wrong. People should not be so pessimistic about life.
But after the sky turned red, users began supporting pessimistic views en masse, arguing that life was too hard and living was pointless, so they might as well have some fun.
"The atmosphere of despair has already seeped into society." Luo Yuan looked grim as he browsed comments on the Foreign Internet. He had originally wanted to see whether there had been any new changes in the sky over there, but instead found that six out of every ten foreign posts promoted the idea that life was meaningless.
Living was certainly difficult, but it was