While the ice and snow melted and floods raged in the north, the three pyramids of the Giza Plateau were sinking.
The endless yellow sand rose like a rising tide, eventually submerging most of the pyramid's structure.
The administrator Abdullah Rashad Rashid Buzblah Izjarahi Tsarasha Mudzile, had no choice but to climb to the top of the Pyramid of Menkaure.
He still remembered many years ago, when the Asia couple who climbed to the top of the tower disappeared forever in the sandstorm and the strange flashes of light.
The neighboring houses of Khafre and Khufu have low, pointed roofs, while the houses half-buried on the distant horizon look like children's toys.
He saw ten Sun, and a burning bow appeared in his mind.
Then came a sky full of fireworks, followed by black feathers fluttering down after the fireworks died down.
Abdullah heard a meow, turned around, and saw a cat perched on the top of the Great Pyramid of Pyramid of Khufu, a pure white cat. It was facing the sky full of black feathers, meowing mournfully.
The woman saw the dazzling fireworks in the sky from her cell window. Perhaps it was because she had been in the damp prison for too long, but she always felt that the flames were so warm, like an arrow piercing the blazing sun in her sea of consciousness, and also piercing her frozen heart.
For many days afterward, no one opened the cell door to let them out for fresh air, no one urged them to go out and work, and no one brought them food.
Hunger made her weaker and weaker. Leaning against the wall, gazing at the azure sky outside the window, she felt she was about to die.
But she was not afraid.
I've lived here for decades, my hair has turned white, and my heart is dead. The only reason I'm still alive is because of those vows of eternal love that have become so blurred that I can't even remember them anymore, and that hope that is clearly impossible yet I still hold onto it.
In my lifetime, having loved a man and witnessed a spectacular fireworks display, it's all worthwhile.
Just as she was about to take one last look out the window, breathe in some fresh air, and then close her eyes forever, the cell door opened.
A beautiful Asian woman walked in and asked her, "Your name is Lawiye?"
She nodded.
The woman said, "Come with me, you'll be free."
The long-lasting cold wave has finally ended, and temperatures are rising. As Arctic ice melts, large areas east of Siberia have become habitable, and the Arctic Ocean has become a golden shipping route, shortening the journey from Northeast Asia to Europe by dozens of times.
Humanity began to flourish again.
The former site of the Mei Laboratory in Wuzhong has been transformed into the Century Disaster Memorial Hall, to commemorate the billions of people who died in their sleep wearing Space Box.
The Space Box was considered the devil's box, tempting humanity to lose itself in virtual pleasure. Those scientists who were once scientists became sinners, even though most of them died in that catastrophe.
Every day, many young people gather in the square outside the memorial. They chant slogans such as "Against technology, return to nature," demanding that human governments abandon all research that is contrary to nature, especially artificial intelligence, virtual reality, and bioelectronics.
A bronze statue stands in front of the memorial hall.
It was an old man kneeling on both knees. His head was bowed, his hair was disheveled and messy, he had a pipe in his mouth, his hands were tied behind his back with rope, and a sign hung around his neck that read:
I am guilty!
Everyone who passes by spits at the statue.
Children urinate on the statue, and women throw used sanitary napkins at it.
The world's most vicious curses are uttered here hundreds of times every day.
Bi Shenghua, her back hunched, silently swept fallen leaves in a corner of the square, holding a broom.
Six months ago, she applied for a job as a plaza cleaner.
She had grown accustomed to people's behavior and heard their vicious words.
It wasn't until it was dark and the square was deserted that she walked up to the statue and began to clean the dirt off it.
She did it very carefully, as if she were fixing the makeup of a loved one.
The sky, free from industrial pollution, was crystal clear, and starlight spilled down, draping the earth in a silvery veil.
(The End)