The surroundings were chaotic, the dim instruments and lights flickered incessantly, and the dilapidated track stretched in front of him. He was left in this abandoned weapon station, only to let the rust grow wantonly, the metallic paint mottled and falling off, the source was continuously lost, the time was still, the dead silence spread like the tide, floating in this dark, the spring falling on the track, the sound of metal collision suddenly awakened him, the sun came through the gap, decadent and invisible. The bitter wind came to him all over the broken walls behind him, giving him hope, hoping to walk with the wind until the sky fell.