I'm not a drama god

"After a crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization came to a halt. From that day on, mankind could no longer craft a rocket, a nuclear bomb, an airplane, or even a car. The pyramid of civilization built upon modern science collapsed with a deafening crash. Yet, the disaster extended far beyond that.

As the crimson meteor descended, a gray world emerged, 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 as brilliantly as the stars.

As the great edifice crumbles, someone sees an actor standing tall amidst the ruins of civilization. Clad in a blood-red cloak, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, the curtain of a new age slowly unfurls behind him. He spreads his arms wide..."