บท 1262: The Concern Millions of Kilometers Away

My neighbor left.

He left the key to me before he left.

Now I'm the last Gaia to guard the tomb of our civilization.

When I die, our civilization will officially end.

There is still a "Flower of Memory" in my hand, and it has only a trace of energy left, but I think I may be able to leave something for myself...

Perhaps the latecomers will be confused as to why we went from prosperity to extinction.

I have thought about this question countless times, until I took this last Flower of Memory in my hand, I finally understood the problem.

It is not disaster, but despair, that destroyed our civilization.

When the apocalypse arrived, hundreds of millions of our people died in front of us.

Some died from the disaster itself, but more died from our vulnerability to disasters.