On this day, a young man's voice rang out in every human mind.
The voice was somewhat nervous and awkward, and he stammered a little as he spoke, but no one could ignore it.
This voice did not come from a god, but from an ordinary person—an ordinary man named Lin Xiaotian. He stumbled through his introduction, then began describing the world's current situation.
"Our world is on the brink of destruction. I believe many of you have felt it. The increasingly frequent and bizarre disasters are slowly destroying our world, erasing human lives."
"But the world is not beyond saving. There is still a way to save it. The reason I can let everyone hear me now is because I borrowed that method."
"For some unknown reason, humanity has gained the ability to make wishes come true through 'imagination.' But the harder a wish is to fulfill, the more people need to imagine it. One person's wish is limited; only when many people imagine together can difficult wishes be realized."
"It was through the imagination of more than a hundred people that I gained the chance to speak with all of you."
"The reason I am letting everyone hear my voice is to tell you that as long as we all begin to hope now, carrying our most sincere thoughts in our hearts, imagining that the world will be saved and believing that it will be saved, then when everyone's wishes in this world become bound together, the world truly will be saved."
"I know this sounds absurd, but I successfully used imagination to bring back my deceased father. You can try it too—make some small wishes that are easier to fulfill, and prove that what I say is true."
"I do not have much time to speak with