I am not a god of drama

After the red meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization came to a standstill. Since that day, people could no longer manufacture a rocket, a nuclear bomb, an airplane, or an automobile... The pyramid of civilization, built upon modern science, collapsed in an instant, and the disaster was far from over.
The world turned gray with the arrival of the red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, dragging the civilized world bit by bit into the abyss of chaos. In this age, human lives were as insignificant as dust; yet in this age, humanity shone like stars.
As the great edifice tottered, someone saw a performer standing atop the ruins of civilization, his red robe like blood, laughing and crying by turns. The curtain of the era slowly drew back behind him as he spread his arms wide...