I am not the god of drama

After the red meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization fell into stagnation. Since that day, people could no longer manufacture a rocket, a nuclear bomb, an airplane, or a car. The modern scientific pyramid constructed civilization collapsed with a bang, and the disaster was far from over. The gray world descended with the arrival of the red meteor, like a ghostly reflection behind a mirror, dragging the civilized world bit by bit into a chaotic abyss. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust; in this era, humanity shines like stars. Buildings will collapse, and some have seen a performer standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red cloak like blood, laughing and crying at times. The curtain of the era slowly opens behind him, he opens his arms, and to me, he is not a god of drama.