The Fallen World

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When the sun is falling to the west, dyeing the whole sky pink. The splendid world gradually opened up. With only a wide door frame, the whole world suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Sitting in a dark ship, with the black gold, brought the terrible smell in this deck. The only light is the flickering flames on the horizon billions of kilometers away.

A speed that Hoang has not enjoyed for a long time. The shaking of the train reminded him of the days when he rode in his father's car traveling around Central Vietnam. The wind blows straight in here. His hair fluttered, sometimes getting poked in the eye, causing him to bring his chained hands and rub his itchy eyes.

But after three years, the world he used to know: of long fields, large rows of tall buildings, of electric towers, streets with white lines.

In front of Hoang's eyes, there are only trees in the forest. A blue color covered everything he knew about the country of Kim Binh.

Not only that, it is also high, almost r