This is a desolate and bleak land.
After the boy opened his eyes, he felt completely bewildered, both in body and mind. He didn't know who he was, why he was here, or what he should do next.
But he instinctively felt that the sky shouldn't look like this.
The foggy sky was barely lit, and its faint light made the vast land look exceedingly pale, with nothing in sight but wastelands.
In his mind, the sky should be an endless expanse of blue, the sun extremely dazzling, and the land lush and teeming with life, on the verge of bursting with vigor, not like this desolate and silent place devoid of life.
This world seemed to be ailing.
The boy stood up and stumbled forward like a newborn, the only frail figure in this vast expanse of land.
After an unknown duration, the slightly lit sky had become completely dark, as dark as an unfathomable Abyss.
He felt discomfort in his stomach, probably from hunger, and his throat was so dry and hoarse it hurt.